Perfectly Imperfect Me

“You talk too much,”

He told me,

And I laughed at his  attempt,

To try to make me act differently.

 

 

I don’t talk too much,

Because there’s so much to say,

But if he never saw it then,

Maybe it was best he let me get away.

 

There are words I never told him,

And thoughts I never shared,

But that is for the best now,

Since I never think he cared.

 

I’ll never talk too much,

And neither will anyone I know,

Because we all know when to keep things,

And when to let them go.