Unspoken Truths

I spat it out like fire, burning the air around us,

words jagged and raw, but they slipped out like truth,

where silence had been festering.

You never listen, I declared, with a knife-edge voice,

watching your face, caught between the shock and the sting,

a mirror reflecting hurt.

I thought of what else I could’ve said, the tenderness left unsaid,

but instead, I watched the cracks spread,

as if honesty was a curse, heavy and bright—

in the echo of that moment, we stood in our own shadows.