I used to say whatever I wanted, to whomever, always. I didn't care if my comments were offensive, or if I seemed brash or if I wasn't taken seriously. I just wanted to be heard.
But I suddenly find myself biting my tongue.
Afraid of saying too much, or seeming like too much of something that I might actually be.
I now find myself tight-lipped and silent.
Keeping things in because they may seem offensive.
Not saying that because it might ruin this.
And so I am quiet. A mouth full of abrasions rather than opinions. Lips framing pain instead of power.
A coppery taste left in my mouth... each and every time I see you.