Weighted Whisper

My lips are cracked from misuse

Throat burning with the truth

I swallowed whole and unchewed

A terrible case of indigestion

With every unspoken question

I might be driven to drink 

In effort to shove them down 

If love were a balm, I have not found the right one

If kisses were redemption, I'd be renewed by now 

Imagine my surprise when 

the answers were found

On the tip of my very own tongue.