insecure poet

The understanding shoulder

I've always been very understanding
Of everything ever spoken to me
at least I try to be
English is my first language but it was my dominant
but its harder then you think
I've always changed so other people understood me

this understanding shoulder
feels like no one ever really loves them

People like to be listened too
and not talked too
but that's okay

I love to understand and listen
I know that's what people need
don't ask about my day that's not important

I'm either asking for too much
Or too little

I Dont know an endless seesaw

i can never find true balance
Do you understand ..

This is me trying to rip through my paper
and cover you in my ink
infiltrate your mind
makes you see inside
The friend you call
when you want to tell
the worst too
they can never say the right words
even though
i understood every single one

they penetrated
soul-shaking

my very core and breathing stopped
and this poets tongue was cut out his mouth

this voice box never seems to work in my favor

these thumbs never really know what to type

They are just aimlessly typing words on the keyboard

Laughing viciously
while they dance across the screen
Trying to heal and understand
everything comes with burdens
cause i try to read between the lines
even when it's quite evident
what you mean

sometime you're not trying to say anything else besides what's been already said

and my heart hurt with every step in a foreign land
i watch the trees and feel the wind

tryin too understand everything you say to me because
i carry the weight fine even though I might not always know the right words