Questions

I have lots of questions, not sure when I will have answers

Answers may never come, questions are what drive

Why do I always feel that way when you come in the room?

What is it that I feel? Shy? Nervous?

Is this a good sign? Is it a warning sign?

Will we ever get that drink?

Will I keep asking until you say yes?

We didn’t agree on everything we talked about

You had your own ideas, you stood your ground

This is a good thing?

It is better not to agree on everything?

We spent the evening together, then I saw you all night in my dreams

Are we becoming friends?  

Did we almost kiss goodnight?

Every time I give up on the chance of seeing you, there you are

I want to move on

Could we move on together?

I see you at night too when I sleep, you control me there too

Do I need to be in control?

Do I need to be the one to make the calls?

Can I not let you take the lead?

You like to spend time with the boys

I asked if you had a lot of boyfriends

You talked about a lot of people coming out

Could I not even hear my own words?

Does it always need to be about a relationship?

What about the chance to meet a special person?

We had such a great night, a great Wednesday

Why can’t I just enjoy that for what it was?

Why do I worry so much?

Why do I even make a big deal out of all these issues?

Do I even want to be giving myself?

Do I want to risk not allowing myself the chance to follow my dreams?

What about me?

Am I loosing myself to worries about dead ends?

I’ll keep asking questions, I will probably never find answers