The lights blink to life and I smile, because
this is not the fairytale I'd imagined
(everything we thought we knew was
just an exaggeration)
you and I, amplified.

You talk to your knees, a face carved out of
magic and whim and lies
bent to mask the snail trail tracks
of your tears.
It's this or nothing, so

I'll make you believe in this
love
among the fairylights.