#writable

I am just not the sort of person falling in love happens to;

My heart beats too fast and

Expands too wide and

The lines are blurry and

The sands in the both halves of the hourglass are too few and

I'm not ready and

I'll never be ready and

What is the point if we aren't meant to last and

What if our bodies do not slot together like the last two pieces of the puzzle and

What if all the remains after is dust and

What if I lose you and

What if you leave and

What if a yellow rose reddens only to wither and

What if nothing is the same as before and

How would I even know and

What difference does it make and

I am always falling and

I do not know who will catch me and

If they will release me and

If I will crush them but