Silent Scars

They warned me.

I heard them.

I just didn’t listen.

(…not to him)

He looks like trouble in the dark,

Eyes that promise, hands that mark.

Every smile feels like a test,

Every touch lights up my chest.

They say his words don’t match his truth,

That fire like this burns down youth.

But when he pulls me close like that,

I forget the warnings that I had.

I tell myself it’s just desire,

Just a spark, not playing with fire.

But something breaks each time I stay —

I just don’t see it fade away.

These silent scars don’t bleed out loud,

They hide beneath the safest sounds.

No bruises show, no proof to find,

Just cracks he leaves inside my mind.

I chose the heat, I chose the dark,

Ignored the truth, mistook the spark.

You won’t see what he took apart —

The damage lives in silent scars.

He says I’m special, says I’m safe,

Then disappears without a trace.

I rewrite pain as something sweet,

Call it love when I can’t sleep.

I learned his moods, his push and pull,

When to stay quiet, when to fall.

I give him grace he never earns,

While something in me slowly burns.

I keep the peace, I keep the lie,

Say I’m fine and let it slide.

If love hurts, then this is it —

That’s what I tell myself to live.

These silent scars don’t fade with time,

They grow with every crossed line.

No broken skin, no shattered bone,

Just learning how to feel alone.

I chose his world, I lost my ground,

Mistook control for being found.

You won’t hear the way I fall apart —

The damage lives in silent scars.

They don’t see the nights I ache,

The parts of me I slowly break.

Love shouldn’t feel like fear in disguise,

Or truth swallowed to keep him mine.

I swear I’m still in control…

But control shouldn’t hurt this much.

These silent scars tell what I won’t say,

A story written in decay.

No open wounds, but I still wear

Every moment I stayed when I should’ve left there.

This isn’t love — but I don’t run,

Not yet… not now… not in book one.

You’ll understand how this all starts —

With quiet lies and silent scars.

They warned me.

I heard them.

This is only the beginning.