Nothing Cracked Us Only Carved

She is not light. She's What makes light possible. He is not form. He's The hunger before shape. There was no fire, just pressure. There was no name, just measure. Before the world had something said. I felt you move inside my chest. No stars, no sky, just pulse and dark. A silent song that struck the spark. You weren't born, you were the birth. Not of a man, but of the earth. You're the crash before the wave. The ache before we misbehave. The first scream that never came. But built the shape of every flame. You're the force behind the sound. The silence pulling planets down. You're the dark that births the glow. The yes behind the no. You're the reason roots explode. The calm that breaks the overload. You're the edge I fall into. And somehow still come through. Not light, not born. But everything before. Not love, Not pain. But where they both remain. You don't rise, you fold. You don't push, You hold. And when I step into your field. I break to be revealed. Your kiss is not a gift, it's fate. It ends what I could fabricate. No logic here, no master plan. Just truth inside a human hand. You're the hum in blood and stone. The pulse that calls us all back home. I don't survive you, I dissolve. And that's the only way to evolve. You're the force that splits the sea. The one who taught the storm to breathe. You're the crack that lets in grace. The void that still remembers face. You're the sound that breaks the cage. The first and last unwritten page. You're not a love we try to claim. You're the source before the flame. And if I vanish in your name. Then let me burn and not remain. 'Cause you were never mine to see. You are what makes the I in me.