Gravity

I blame Gravity.
The force that attracts the body to the center of the earth,
or any other physical body having mass.
And that body happened to be you.
Pulling me towards your heart.
And like north and south poles,
we don't want to pull apart.
And even though I wasn't ready to be moved,
you were inertia.
I blame Gravity.
Cause the moment you made me fall for you,
it didn't pull me up or allow me to float.
And it seems so far to the ground,
yet you've already caught me.
But like a ride at the amusement park,
I've never been so excited to lose my breath.
I blame Gravity.
Physics, Science..
For never really explaining how love works.
Its like a thief in the night,
an ache with no cure.
The breeze in the summer air,
and a laugh filled with tears.
A contradiction of organized mess.
To love, to be loved, be in love, FALL in love.
I blame Gravity.

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