Love is not red light glowing,
Perfect dates in fine clothing
Calling each other baby
Watching for romance like seasonal flowers growing
Saying forever like you mean it, maybe
Love is not razor blade butterflies
Ripping from your stomach and
Tearing at your heart
If you're bleeding from the inside
It's no form of dark art
Love is not your clinging hand
grasping at scripted cliches
You shouldn't have thrown this at me
Drowning in this pile of desperation and papercuts
You'd be the last person I'd see

Love is the static of him
Hands, collarbones, hair
We don't even have to try
Maybe someday you'll learn
Only infatuation says goodbye
Love is deep breaths after
Breathing in his scent
Living in hours before
I don't regret anything
He was always something more
Love is effortless
Simply instinct
I'm not sorry to say
I've made the right choice
I thank myself for hurting you, every single day