My words hold no weight. They’ve stopped working.
Tennis balls against a wall, they thud and roll away
I try imagery. Will you walk with me?
Through my gallery of memories of you: untainted snapshots
Sepia tinted, through my hazy eyes. I promise I’ll see the best of you always.
I know you didn’t ask for narration, but this is my tour!
On the left is the first time you felt comfortable enough to be yourself and I caught it
Actually, this whole room is just that one. It’s beautiful.
The most expensive frame will go one day to the ‘light bulb moment’
Realisation that you are not just worth something to me
Camille Lewis (she/her) is an avid reader, aspiring writer and lives with borderline personality disorder. She can be found taking long walks with her dog, indulging heavily in the Plath fantasia and crossing off days on a calendar until the next instalment of the "A Song of Ice and Fire" series is released. Camille resides in South West England. She can be found on Twitter at @camiwriteswords