translator

34.

i was written

in an unknown language;

foreign poetry.

the strange words crossed my heart

and printed every inch

of my skin

and mind.

no one could translate it,

make sense of the madness

and find meaning

in the peculiar characters

and the depth they held.

but oh,

you took one glance at me

and recognised

the words

as your own.

you figured me out

when everyone else had given up trying.

you

understood

me

when

no one

else

did.

♡