The Meaning of The Word You See
Which language do lovers speak?
Which language will you understand?
Something tells me it’ll not be the same as mine
Outside the world falls apart,
but inside my mind, a sweet song plays
If the end of the world is like this
Nobody can make me fight to stay alive
Outside in words, canyons separate us
A sweet thing
A bittersweet one
Strange noises
Inside, nothing else matters, except for
The gentle touch of the tip of our fingers
Mapping a land nobody will ever know
— — —
In my mind,
The words ‘affected’ and ‘affection’ play around,
fighting each other to see who will lose
A wise man would say nobody would win,
but I’m not famous for being wise about anything,
especially things like this
Around and around the words play in my mind,
In which language do they sound better?
In which mouth? In which mind?
— — —
I, I, I,
can’t make sense of anything
My surroundings
My feelings
My thoughts
My fears
My hopes
This was supposed to be easy,
Why, then, it leaves me more confused each time it happens?
Worlds apart,
Inland, in the paper, in our realities
A poem forms in my mind while you sleep,
I can’t remember what it is.
