unrequited love is a disease.
it eats at me, ravages me.
i am no longer me when the waves hit me.
i am slumbered beneath the sea.
i am in mourning.
i am a tree that has lost its leaves.
the autumn of my life, i must salvage what is left;
i will replant in the spring. i will plow my fields; with my own hand.
the pleasure can be too much to handle,
but the rain comes when i call.
i am my own goddess, i am my own harbinger.
muse to my fate, i inscribe lies to fend off my own misery.
i take blades to my fields because i find imperfections
in the presence of raw, unfettered beauty.
in my dreams, you always wore white.
i should have known, you were no angel,
not heaven-sent…
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 