I swallowed truth like bitter wine,
It burnt my throat, but tasted fine.
Each lie-a note I dared to hum,
A velvet tune that left me numb.
My voice was veiled in sugar lace,
But trembled in the silent space.
The guilt grew roots behind my eyes,
A quiet storm I can’t disguise.
Your name-once soft as cello strings-
Now clangs like bells that shame me, rings.
I meant to mean, but played pretend,
And...