I cried,
When I realized
This could be love,

Too unfounded.

Now, I believe
That love is
Like crossing a street
With confidence,
A face steadfast.

Then,

There's a sudden feeling
Of almost getting hit
By a speeding car.
And it happens
Every second.

From there,

You felt like,
Never crossing
The line again.

But still,

Ever-wanting
To reach the other side,
You remain there
Standing
Hoping you can move on.

And as,

Courage strike
You take a step
Secretly hoping
To get hit head on.
And now, FOR SURE.

But,

No matter how much
Time you take,
All you see
Is a car
Waiting before
Pedestrian lane.

"Go out, please. Go get me. ."

But.

beep! *beep! *beep!

You run ahead
Looking at that car
Who just speed ahead.

You overthink,
If he wants you safe
Or
Just playing safe.
So you cross
Again and again
Realizing
YOU'RE STILL ALIVE.