Let me erase it.

I know I made you read through a scene.
But it was part of different story.
Yes, it started out where we ended last,
But it wasn't how it should have played out.
If I told you the characters were all wrong,
Would you believe me?
If I told you, that should never have existed.
Would you believe me?
If I to If I told you, from where I stand now, I see no truth to it.
Would you believe me?
I know you hold it close,
And you always want to remember.
You stop me at the very mention of it.
But, baby, it would always remain. It's there.
And all I want is that you let me erase it.
Word by word,
Thought by thought.
Wound by wound.
Let me make those moments disappear.
Let me go back and write it as it happened.
But help me, just a little.
For I still am in between stories.
Only now, I juggle between what is perhaps true, what I had told myself for so long, and what I wish was.
Every moment I'm conscious, I want to believe what keeps me sane.
And every time I'm not, I am thrown back with a hollowed scream.
I am shocked at how little I knew and how much I thought I did.
Have you told me everything there was to tell?
Do you know all there was to know?
Or are we still to wait till our judgement day?
Do we wait till the day we either give up or lose the battle,
That we started out on together,
But that we both waged alone for so long.