A language that we birthed belongs to us

Tongue is where our mother rolled each syllable to form us

A name of a prayer recited by holy spirits in which a deity served different ancestors before us

Lineage that was apart by ocean lived in your eyes

Where we drifted to find the language to bond us

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There’s a space in our mind that we keep hidden

A vacuum place where language can’t howled

Yesterday, my parents argued about it in the tongue that they both shared

My mom left alone while my dad ruminated in the space he held for himself

But how it’s translated to us?

Where the language that you spoke already drilled the flesh under my skin,

Loneliness sits between us and I long to be complete

Then tell me, how can I feel whole in the space of your spoken and unspoken words?

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A space

Both sit in your eyes and the huge chain of gap between our screens

If it’s too early to tell, in each word you typed late at night,

Can I say that I have a good feeling about this?

Although you might hide in the burrow of your room tomorrow

Or you circled back to where we were at first — a stranger —

Since we’re still standing on the edge of a hill

Where I hold onto a rope with my veins tightened

And a fog seeped, I can’t see yours

Blind and afraid,

Would you tell me if someday you’ll leave?

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I hate this feeling where I misspelled each sign you penetrated

I’m dyslexic about your words and your actions

Sluggish heart of mine, already bruised and still bleeding from the last war

She can’t handle any wounds more than what she has now

If all of these only happen in my head,

Would you kindly let her rest before you try to break her again?

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How much a person can get into another person — deeply?

Is it listening to your lullaby enough to know what you dreamed last night?

The nightmare that kept you awake all night

A demon that resurfaces while you had yourself unguarded

Tell me about your abstract thoughts

Or the darkest hell that you’ve gone through

Tell me in the language that I don’t speak

Elaborate it in the form that warmed you

Because dear,

Language transforms each day in a way we want to be understood

Let it transcend at the time when we are born

As two different souls who found a nest in each other’s misinterpretations

Willingly to form another language that could define us

A language only belongs to us.