My tongue is sore
From biting it every time i try to speak
The words i've held back have burned a hole in my throat
A hole just big enough for your name to crawl inside
And make itself comfortable on the tip of my tongue
Taunting me to whisper it
When i've sworn i will do so no longer
Loving you is so bittersweet
It's like a bee sting injecting cavity inducing nectar into my bloodstream
It's like a lemon swirled in honey
Your love is like a warhead candy
Incredibly sour
But i can't help but stick around to wait for a sweet relief
As if the sugar could make everything okay
Like it could cure all the arguments
And nights with you on my mind
Like the sweet is a bandage
Curing all the wounds you had left
But that bandage could never cure the gaping hole in my throat
Or bleeding teeth marks on my swollen tongue
And waiting for this
"Life altering"
"Wound healing"
Sugary sweet to come around
Is impossibly slow
Like counting pennies
Or New York City traffic
You promised it wouldn't always be bitter
You promised a lot of things.
So I, too will promise something
I promise to no longer bite my tongue
Or hold back my words
Until my throat burns from all the things i have failed to say
In fear of your bitter venom.
I refuse to be afraid of you any longer.
