Part of a Language

For over 70 days, we’ve loved each other more than friends would. 

Before you held my hands and told me “we’d have to do what the world wouldn’t“ 

My heart raced for a while even though I trusted you.

But we never can tell when we get stabbed and jabbed. 

So, I smiled and looked at you, curious at what you’d want from us. 

It wasn’t unjust that you kissed my forehead and smiled. 

To proceed, you put your palm on mines. 

I don’t think the world gets tired of putting people out there. 

I want you to protect me and I would protect you. 

I’ve known you for a bit more than 70 days and I knew you’ve always keep me safe, so I understand what you meant because it was a thing you subconsciously used to say. 

The world is after everything of good shape, and you wanted our business safe. 

Don’t tell on me to the world. 

The world is third party. 

Don’t bring the definition of love from the world. 

The world can’t speak love in our language.  

 

I understand you. 

You like for us to love differently. 

To shun the world’s insanity. 

I want it too. 

I don’t want to let noise in. 

I adore how we do our thing, hence

if you want us to keep at it, yes, we would. 

This is our language.