I never said I cared 

About your problems 

But I never said I didn’t care.

I’m not the one to call 

When you’re losing sleep; 

But if I had to, 

I’d put on a facade of alertness, 

And listen while you puke up your emotions 

All over my pajamas 

Occasionally interjecting with 

A sympathetic consolation. 

I can be off putting. 

Distance is a virtue,

And you’ll never catch me closing the gap.

I like to think of myself as a flower.

A beautiful flower, 

But one that requires tenderness

—And more than a bit of caution—

To prevent the poison from getting out.

You’d never think of me

When planning a party

I’m not a host 

Nor a caterer 

And I’m better at separating the chaff 

Then growing the wheat

But when the time comes, 

An invitation will arrive in my mail 

Just the same 

And hopefully you know 

I appreciate it 

Although I’ll never speak the words 

To let you know,  

I am here. 

And I’ll try my best to please you, 

Because I know it makes you happy 

To see me unfurling my petals

And embracing the sunlight.