Mouthfuls...

 

I see you rummaging through my mouth in hopes of finding love
I guess you fail to notice that my lips are bruised from years of trying to breathe air into our relationship

Where I once had mouthfuls of love, conversation, grievances for you; I now have nothing

What your tongue so impatiently seeks to find was swallowed a long time ago
You will now only find emptiness and silence where once was a mouthful....

Hiba