These seconds and counting

...breathe in

This is how people fall in love with you. 

It goes something like one, two, three and you’re in love with him before you can even think of what happens after. The lucky ones make it to ten, the unfortunate fall in love before they can even get the first number off their tongues.

He’s a tumbling mass of sharp bones, broken smiles stretched over red lips, and eyes as wide as the world. I'm one of the unfortunate, not even remembering what life was like before you came, and I got my heart tied together by your name alone. They think I might be pathetic, I think it might be love.