I talk a lot.
Like, a lot, a lot.
Sometimes about myself too much,
Or about random stuff i find funny online. 
Sometimes about the strangers i meet, 
Or the problems of the world,  
and how they affect me,
Almost always,
Sometimes never.
I can be a little selfish at times in a conversation;
I'd be so focused in my own bubble and forget to ask how your day was,
So I'm sorry.
I talk a lot. 
I don't mean to bore you, 
Or burden you with my thoughts, 
Just know, that you make me feel comfortable. 
I talk a lot, I'm sorry, 
But thank you. 
For always listening to me, 
Or at least, pretending to. 
Thank you for letting me vent, 
Or at least, 
Being polite enough to let me. 
Thank you 
For listening. 
It means a lot. 
Like, a lot, a lot.