Bye-Lingual


I found you by accident,
I didn’t follow no trace
I wasn’t looking
I was free flowing
through each day
each breath
day by day, night by night

When I found you,
my heart stopped
and started again,
a sort of reset

When I found you
my wedding ring finger tattoo
reminded me
of my sobriety from these
heart-and-brain numbing
loves

When I found you
/ or maybe /
when you found me
my heart reminded me:
this is what it should feel like
Molière would call it Amour
Shakespeare might call it profound like

I’m bye-lingual,
don’t know what I could
call it

Considering societal norms,
and thunderfucks

C’est d’ici
que je m’enmerde

So for now,
je t’aime

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