The Listener

I may not know a lot 

I may not have as complicated thoughts 

Each idea tied to another 

Because my ideas I mostly smother 

But I like to listen to you 

I may be one of the few 

But I love to listen to what is going inside of your brain 

Even if it's just a grain 

I like read what you write 

Even if you try to keep it out of my sight 

I want to know how your brain works 

And all of the things that in it lurks 

I am aware that you do not care 

About what I think and how I pair 

Pair my thoughts with how you think 

Care about if I sink 

Maybe that is my downfall because I have always cared more 

And I am for the most part a bore 

I know that those who I wish will not read this 

Because reading my work is not exactly a bliss 

But I would like you to know that I listen, that I read, that I understand or at least try to

Because I like hearing you 

I am sorry my response is never deep or well thought out 

I am just unaware how to put my feelings and thoughts out 

You say you wish to know who I am 

But I am not sure if you want to know or if this is a scam 

You want me to make my words into a verse 

But I do not know if my words will make what we have worse 

I am not exactly sure what to say, it's more of how I feel 

Because my words, my feelings always steal 

I hope that this might satisfy you 

And not leave your mind askew 

I hope that you just understand 

That your words to me are solid land 

They are consistent, a constant in my life 

They keep me at peace when I am at strife 

I will try to keep this short as a verse is all you asked for 

So I suppose now I must close the door.