When we speak
Am I foolish
To cut our talks short?

In my mind
I spill and spew
Everything
And nonsense

I would
Love to pick your brains
And listen to every word
That leaves your mouth
To my questions

To hear your thoughts
Would save me
Sleepless endless nights

But I feel-
I know
My words are
Nothing more than
Fodder

A shudder
ripples through me
And though it hurts
When I bid you adieu
You have more pressing things
Than my unsolicited desires