If You Knew

I wear my silence like perfume,

Invisible, in quiet gloom.

Your fingers trace what you think you see,

But some truths sleep too deep in me.

I hid my past beneath the scars,

Ink and smoke traced all my marks.

I drowned my name in threads of smoke,

Burned the lies, just silence spoke.

If I let you undress the lies,

Would I vanish before your eyes?

Could you love who I used to be,

Or only the shape you see?

If you knew what’s under my skin,

Would you still pull me in?

I’m not the ghost I used to be,

But it still haunts my memory.

If you knew the scars I hide,

Would your hands still stay, or slide?

I’m made of truth and borrowed sin —

If you knew… would you let me in?

Burned the ghost and changed its name,

Shed the weight, but kept the flame.

You kiss my throat, I hold my breath,

Between your hands and what I left.

You call me beautiful — I ache,

Afraid you’ll see the parts that break.

So I dance inside the candle’s breath,

Half alive, half past my death.

If I show you the ghost I’ve been,

Will you call it wrong, or begin?

My heart still teeters on the edge,

Between the words I never said.

If you knew what’s under my skin,

Would you still pull me in?

I’m not the ghost I used to be,

But it still haunts my memory.

If you knew the scars I hide,

Would your hands still stay, or slide?

I’m made of truth and borrowed sin —

If you knew… would you let me in?

If you knew what’s under my skin,

Would you still call it love or sin?

I’m not broken, just remade —

A spark that burned the shade.

If you knew the fire inside,

Would you run, or would you hide?

Every secret, every scar —

It’s still me…as I truly are.