I am not your witness

by whispering to me
whilst my eyes were betraying my heart
you tried to own me from within
slowly your voice filled up my hours
this home became your house

I needed my soul back
so I put a world in between us
as you poured yourself into your words
I would sit there and let my heart overrule your thoughts

now you are living
without a witness
without my presence

Don’t be biting your tongue…

there is a war going on in my mouth
after years of biting my tongue I bit it off

my mouth is full of my own blood
my tongue is bleeding and I keep swallowing
swallowing their demands and my lost voice

there is a war going on in my mouth
outside they only see my thick lips
in the shape of a closed smile

They told you that the ones
who smile with their mouths closed 
have something to hide right?