Editing Memories

Ink-stained fingers, pages torn at the spine

I write our story like it still could be mine

Crossing out the endings, shifting every line

Where you never left and we never ran out of time

The rain taps Morse code on my windowpane

While I paint you smiling through yesterday’s pain

Your name’s still curled on the tip of my pen

But I spell it softer now than I did back then

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I’m editing memories like fragile old film

Cutting the sorrow, softening the still

Rewriting the nights we both fell apart

With metaphors stitched where I once had a heart

If truth is too cruel and reality bleeds

I’ll rewrite it all ‘til you still love me

In verses and silence, between every plea—

I’m just editing memories to set myself free

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Your voice was thunder inside of a rhyme

I hush it to whispers one stanza at a time

Burning old letters, but keeping the smoke

To inhale the warmth of the words you once spoke

I dress up the past in poetic disguise

Bleed out the grief with deliberate lies

A prettier fiction than what truly remains—

Ink over blood never quite hides the stains

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I’m editing memories like tapes I rewind

Erasing the static you left in my mind

Composing a life where we didn’t break

Where "forever" was real and not just a mistake

If healing means lying to what I believe

Then I’ll carve every line until I can breathe

Some wounds are too deep for time or reprieve—

So I edit my memories to make myself grieve

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Is it art or denial if it helps me survive?

To rewrite your goodbye like you never arrived

I’m not chasing closure, I’m building a shrine—

Where you’re frozen in gold in the corners of time

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I’m editing memories with trembling grace

Replacing your ghost with a gentler face

Truth bends in the hands of a poet who aches

For a past that still haunts every line that he makes

If the heart must lie just to stay complete

Then let me believe what I choose to repeat

I can’t bring you back, but at least I can keep—

This version of love... in the memories I tweak