Fairytale

Poem by Miah Harvey

If life was a fairytale, I would’ve grabbed your hand when I had the chance. Danced with no existence of time with the car doors open, music blaring, and the one witnessing is the sky we share. With an old fashion in hand, While talking in tongues of vulnerability. Running away at dusk with eyes that made me comfortable. And hugs that felt like fairy tales that end with “happily ever after”.

If life was a fairytale, we might’ve had a chance. Maybe after you covered me, leaving the room for me to sleep. Or coming home to flowers, ice cream, and my favorite chocolate on my doorstep. Another time, when we fell asleep on the couch, having to take me home at 6 in the morning.

What would be seen as driving in silence… we were conversing through lyrics. Or that time when you drove to my house only to give me one of those hugs and a letter.

But life isn’t a fairytale. Constantly promising you I’ll write one in return, but never did. Only to now writing letters, with feelings that could be felt through the pen strokes. Hoping they’ll find their way to you with no address. The letters constantly repeating “I’m sorry” due to my selfishness.

Taking a pacific kind of love for granted; for someone else to dwell in.

Leaving me to wonder if you’re okay. Not forgetting the promise we made: “I’ll always be here with my arms open.”

Making my arms like a lighthouse just in case your boat meets danger.

Greeting you with an old fashion and a blanket in hand. And for vulnerability to show up again, like nothing has changed.

Talking about our experiences as if it was a fairytale.

In the sequel, find me again. I’ll leave coins over my eyes, as bus fare for if we go searching in the afterlife. Only to greet you with a letter.