Love Games

So I walk forward a little,

then take two steps back.

I hop a little,

then gaze at the track.

I wait for your answer,

I wait for you to speak,

I don't want to bother,

I'd rather be meek.

Am I being annoying?

Am I talking too much?

Please tell me softly,

it hurts too much.

Leading me in circles,

I don't like speaking first,

I want to shout an answer,

but without a question, then,

how am I to respond, my friend?