love is weird yk… it’s the thing we chase but don’t understand,
they say it’s a feeling, but feelings slip right through your hands.
so how can something meant to last, something we call “forever,”
be built on something so fragile, that might not stay together?
maybe love isn’t a feeling, maybe it’s more what u choose,
staying when it’s not easy, when there’s more u could lose.
but if it’s just a choice we make to not feel alone,
is it really something real… or just something we’ve grown?
i heard someone say love is a fall… and that stuck in my head,
not a soft kind of fall, but the kind u don’t see til ur already misled.
like one second ur steady, the next ur letting go,
slipping off an edge u didn’t even know.
and once u fall… u don’t go back to who u used to be,
even if they leave, even if u finally break free.
something in u shifts, something u can’t replace,
like u’ve seen a different world u can’t erase.
and the scary part is giving someone that much control,
they can heal every crack or shatter your whole soul.
yet we still do it again, still walk to the edge,
like we forgot every promise, every silent pledge.
but maybe it’s cuz falling doesn’t feel like falling at all,
maybe for a moment it feels like u’ll never fall.
like ur flying instead, like u finally belong,
like the noise in your head just goes quiet for once.
i think love isn’t perfection, it’s being seen at your worst,
and someone still choosing u, still putting u first.
not cuz they have to, but cuz they decide,
to stand in your chaos and stay by your side.
but even then… how do u know it won’t fade away?
that they won’t wake up different one random day?
i guess that’s the truth no one says out loud…
love isn’t safe, it’s just fear in a crowd.
it’s a fall u keep choosing, no matter the cost,
knowing u might land different… knowing u might get lost.