Hovering

I’m standing on the cliff of love.

I’m wondering,
What I should do.

Should I just jump?
Or stand right here.

I’m not on the edge,
Of falling for you.

But I’m not completely,
Stable either.

If I fell,
Would you catch me?

If I stand here,
Will you meet me?

I guess ill sit here hovering,
Until someone pulls me back to earth.