You don't want to be in my photos.
That’s fine, a thumbtack will stay in your place
You don't want to be in my videos.
That’s fine, I can trim, cut, edit
Until your shadow is completely erased
You don't want to be in my life.
Click
Drag
Delete
That’s fine with me.

Looking back
Images in the archive
Each of one
Has a story of every own
Memories to bliss
Appreciating each of it
Realizing how long
These all been
Smiles at every turn
Good old memories
To be in storage forever more
But, not in my archive
Some things must be let go
Press delete
On every unworthy things
You’ve realized lately

Type, delete
Type, type, type... deleeeete...
Ttttt, ype, dele(type).. delete.

Type, type type (space) type
deeeleeeete...

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I'm over you
I can move on
I'm determined now
I've changed

Your Number
D e l e t e d
Your Texts
D e l e t e d
Your Photos
D e l e t e d

Erasing your very existence from my life
All physical evidence of you is gone
Yet I can't seem to shake you from my mind

Your Voice
U n d e l e t a b l e
Your Face
U n d e l e t a b l e
Your touch
U n d e l e t a b l e

Our memories.
U n t o u c h a b l e

Backspace          
Remove              
Cut out              
Obliterate
Expun
Cancel                
Omit                  
Efface
Demolish
Terminate
Revoke          
Eradicate
Blot out
Negate
Extinguish
Undo
Disengage
Erase
Abridge
Repudiate
Void
Retract
Abrogate
What is our purpose here, other than to regret things we cannot delete?

These fingers of mine,
Type words I couldn't say.
It feels like hatred,
in my throat I couldn't shout.
I delete some words,
which they don't like.
It feels like truth,
I changed to lies.