you are questions to me

do you like me?
are you going too?
do you like this song?
are you okay?
do you want to go out on saturday?
what are we?
do you want to kiss me?
are you happy?
what were you thinking when you met me?
why are you leaving me?
who’s that?
do you even care?
are you coming back?
do you miss me?
call me back?
please?

but mostly
you are the questions
that i am too afraid to ask
i know my heart
won’t understand the answer
and it will split into pieces
searching for an answer