Bleed out

Maybe you were right and
I need to access my anger more
so just know, right now,
I'm mad at you.

You couldn't let me have tonight.

Everything is more than it is.

I love you, but I don't love this.
You love to pick apart the little things,
say you trust, then doubt everything.

Like I could never be blind.
Like I could never see
all the pictures long since painted black.

There's a difference between
honesty and tact
that isn't mutually exclusive.

Maybe next time bite your tongue for a night,
you won't bleed out,
I promise.