The first signs of falling, a rapid beating in your chest.

Butterflies erupting in your stomach,

  Pushing and pushing,

  Trying to get out.

like they strive to reach,

  for something right in front of you.

Something so sweet

So pure 

So kind 

So everlasting 

So perfect 

You wish that the feeling is felt towards you 

Praying upon a star, crashing down to earth 

Just like your stomach plummeting 

  Straight down to your toes and through your shoes

When you see them with someone else

Smiling at each other like they’re sharing a joke 

  Only they know.

Falling for someone is like jumping out of a plane.

Nice when the jump is planned,

  When someone helps you slowly float towards the ground 

  Joined hand in hand in a peaceful glide. 

But, 

  Terrifying when you get pushed out suddenly 

  when everything above is a blur and the ground is very clear 

No one determines when and who they get to fall for.

No one to blame but the organ ripping through your chest.

No one to blame but the organ that makes your skin heat up hotter than the sun.

When you hear them laugh at something you said,

  or makes your own skin crawl when you see them upset

No one 

No one 

No one 

 But your own heart for falling so fast.