There are so many questions
Hurrying around my head
Feeding off my insecurities
Using doubts to get around
I don’t know what to ask?
Did you mean to?
Do you want to?
Why did you?
So many questions
Impossible to answer
Hearts will be broken
It is inevitable
And yet you still set my heart racing
My face into a furnace of blush
My body into a flare of heat
My nerves tingling beyond reason
And then the questions come flooding back
Can I ever be good enough?
Can I ever be worthy?
Do you mean to?
So many questions
Forming a matrix of hesitation
Complex webs of uncertainty
Spiders of disbelief crawling around
Catching flies of optimism
Crushing them with the heavy suspicion
What do you want?
What can I give?
Will it be good enough?
Again with questions
Sceptic to my core
With unreasonable logic
That makes sense to the rejected lover
With a chance of redemption
And mistrust hanging like the sword of damaclies
Suspended not with hair but reservation
Do you trust me?
Can you love me?
Can I love you back?
Question after question
Never ending
Infuriating
Endless lists of query
One word answers
Why?
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