Beautiful memories

Truth is; you'll always love my memory more then you did me
And thats okay I guess
Because in reality I'm hard to handle
Messy hair and grey thoughts
Uncontrollable laughter
And blue tone sadness
Late nights drinking in burning lights
Waking up for sunrise
You never did like it when I cried
So it's okay
If your memory makes me beautiful
Because my memory
is all you have left of me