Unfolded Truths

The last argument lingers, smoke in the air,

a half-burnt candle, its flame flickers bare.

You laughed at my truth, said I was a liar,

while shadows on walls held our words like a fire.

I rummaged through letters, found inked-out cries,

your words, sharp and cutting, the weight of their lies.

How can I convince you my heart's not a game?

In the glow of that candle, I felt only shame.

Secrets dripped down as the wax met the floor,

like memories tangled, I can't take it more.

With every unfurling, the truth becomes frail,

I carry your laughter, a ghost in the veil.