you can find me underneath your tongue
right between unsaid words and unheard whispers
the glistening taste of my name
follows the flame of your throat as you swallow it whole
I haven’t seen your lips in a while
with a smile to seal my sore wounds
you carry me through battle grounds
a grain of salt in your pocket
to protect the blood from soiling the mood
how good it feels to be spoken
instead of being broken
like so many times before
I have gotten too used to these self inflicted bruises
the ones i never had a say in choosing
simply lost my voice by losing my way
and maybe thats why you never have anything to say
if not today,
then maybe the next
