i bite my tongue.









my life is in pieces.
faded colors talk of wisdom.
bold ones of passion and creation.
the gold speck you accidentally dropped on me
speaks loudly of Truth.

you didn't mean to hurt me,
perhaps i didn't listen well enough
repeated mistakes and very few breaks,
leave birds weary
from singing their songs.

what i told you last night,
i meant even if my breath smelled like whiskey.