I cut my tongue out

yes I did the thing that I wished that I hadn’t, I cut my tongue out for years, each day my voice was a reminder of a dead weight that grew intensely numb by the minute

I cut out my tongue after you revived me

It was insolent and painfully naive even after it being closed off for over a decade

I blow out my words like a cancelled birthday candle

So do you even miss me?

This country air tastes sick and tired

This city air feels empty and full at the same time

I’m not supposed to sleep in with my emotions so full of heartache

I wake up with a migraine full of overwrought exhaustion

I cut out my tongue I threw it up like a bridal bouquet no one wants to catch.

The sun catches my attention as I linger in the sweltering heat that catches me like a ladle with too much soup and no substance did someone actually cut my tongue out while I was looking away?

I swallow up my tongue in its grave

If you throw me out as easily as I cut my tongue out, does you missing me matter anymore?

It’s the ache that a cut out tongue feels so numb and so throbbing with pain at the same time

That you caught up on my mind like a stuck peanut butter tongue

That’s what lives inside the mouth that smiles and the tongue that stays cut off.