Mmm… I didn’t mean to say it loud…
Wine glass tilted, skyline spins,
Truth crept in on violin.
I laughed too hard, leaned too close,
Joked about love like a perfect ghost.
But words fell out, uncalled, unsweet,
And landed broken at your feet.
Drunk words, honest heart,
Didn’t mean to play that part.
But the gin untied my lies,
And your silence said goodbye.
Taxi horns blurred my thoughts,
Every streetlight knew what I’d lost.
You just stared, glass in hand,
Like you heard what I couldn’t plan.
Drunk words, honest heart,
I lit the match and watched it start.
Didn’t mean to make it real,
But tipsy tongues forget to feel.
I wanted to hide it,
I wanted to wait.
But liquor don’t whisper —
It talks in fate.
Now I walk alone past that bar,
Replay my voice from a half-lit car.
And wonder if you think of me,
The way regrets think endlessly.
Drunk words, honest heart,
I wrote my truth in broken art.
You read it quiet, line by line,
And left before I crossed the rhyme.
Mmm… Mmm…
Not like this…
Not like wine…
But still —
It
was
mine.