So this is what love is, an overwhelming joy
A spark that ignites the quiet dark inside
Finding you on a pedestal, carved from light
Every glance a promise, every touch a tide
Pulling me higher, weightless, alive
Whispers in the dark that feel like home
Laughter that echoes through empty rooms
Hands that fit like they were made for mine
A future painted in colors I never knew existed
Safety in chaos, peace in the storm
You, the answer to questions I never asked
No this is what love is, a drowning despair
A spark that gutters in the quiet dark inside
Pedestal shattered, shards underfoot like ice
Every glance a blade, every touch a lie
Dragging me under, breathless, denied
Whispers that twist into accusations
Laughter that cuts deeper than silence
Hands that once held now push away
A future erased in shades of gray
Chaos in safety, storm in the peace
You, the question I wish I'd never answered
So this is what people are, a quiet revelation
A spark that refuses to die in the quiet dark inside
Finding healing where I saw only open wounds forever
Every scar a story someone chose to rewrite
Pulling me forward, grounded, real
Whispers that mend instead of break
Laughter that fills instead of echoes
Hands that reach without demanding
A kindness I believed was myth, now breathing
Mercy in chaos, softness in the storm
You, the impossible made flesh
No this is what people are, a weary certainty
A flame that flickers out in the quiet dark inside
Finding selfishness where I dared to hope for more
Every promise a transaction, every touch a debt
Pushing me back, weightless no longer
Whispers that twist into excuses
Laughter that mocks instead of heals
Hands that take and never give back
A future narrowed to survival again
Chaos in mercy, storm in the softness
You, the proof I never wanted