What do you want to talk about?

I have no questions
No memes
My word supply is running low.
I know you and you know me.
What can I say now?

But I want you-
Not in the way a man usually means it
But in a real way
Like meat and potatoes and pavement.
I want your company-
I want your friendship-
I love you.
(I know how selfish that is.)

I don’t care what it is-
Psychology! Dogs and foxes!
Brendan! Harry!
Japanese music or Chinese food
Or Greek mythology or French books
Or musicals or plays or television shows
Or even the weather.
Have you any idea how refreshing you are?

Your rants keep me alive;
Or, at least, they’re a big part of it.
Not at the time-
When I read them I drown
And my stomach dances with my kidneys until I need to *** and then throw up.
But later-
All alone at night when I hate myself
Or when I lose hope
I remember that you trust me.
I remember that you rant to me
And that I read quickly and I’m not judgmental
My words may be crap, but I listen
And every time you let it all out on me
I understand what I have to offer.
My parents don’t understand
But if they did, they’d thank you for saving their son.

Say anything. I’ll say something back.
That’s what the humans do, is it not?

I’m so sorry.
I’ll let you be.
But if you ever want to talk to me
Just know what a service you’re doing me.