Barophobia.
A fear of gravity. A fear of all types of sudden plummet. All of which are equally terrifying:  Falling off a building,
Falling down stairs,
Falling in love,
Falling for malicious lies.
I am weighed by the tremendous vertigo of such things. So much so that I clench my fists til they ache as I walk around town – as if I’m holding onto something – as if I’m constantly awaiting a sudden drop. Like, if my foot slips and I fall into traffic, or if I get kissed by a pretty girl and I fall head over heels. 
Because each and every pit has a bottom. And I assure you that you won’t look or feel the same when you suddenly reach it as you did when you fell in.