I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

Some people have mind palaces
I have a dungeon in its place

I do not roam about the luxurious memories
I flinch at the various tortures
I vegetate in the various prison cells
Each an old regret and an older memory

Some people savour the past
I am suffocated by it

(c) Anavah 2018

I am worth a million
I don’t deserve to be wailing
I now understand, I can’t keep this broken heart from breathing
I am capable of recovery
Thank you for the tears, they taught me all i need to know about your kind.

I fall in love with souls not faces

i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall

I always thought memories would decay with time, but they only seem to become more tangible.

It feels like I'm making a rope with them.

Twisting and braiding them together, gathering them up like twine.

Hanging on every moment, every recollection, every thing about you.

I'm conscious of my folly, my unhealthy obsession. Yet I keep making it.

It is no longer the task of a madman, like it once was, but of one who is quite horribly sane.

And I'm not sure what I'll use it for, but I do know that whatever that is, it does not scare me.