Falling Risk;

I want the feeling of taking the risk.
I want to feel of the falling again, but
I'm afraid of hitting the ground, shattering my bones
along with my soul.

Is this boy really worth it?
Will he catch me if I fall?

I question myself as I ease toward the edge.
Taking a deep breath, I jump knowing it may be to my death.
Hoping the ground isn't the end.
I just see myself falling for him.

Is this where my story ends, or is it just the beginning
of what was meant...