it was the way you held my stare
that convinced me fairytales were real.
a love so indecently unfair, a kiss shared, unsealed, mirroring the sun’s glare.
life became easy, unequivocally tangible, and with you, a love unmarred.
it was you that held me together when my world fell apart;
you were the one who told me to believe in good, in the light, even as the world eclipsed before my very eyes.
i can only hold you, my dear, as my nightmares flicker to life and become corporeal.
but with you, because
love is alive, there is nothing we can’t conquer.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 