What's understood doesn't need to be explained

Wasted my time thinking he was a knight  
You're doubts and queries left me exhausted
Was so eager to converse and share my light
Which left a hole in my heart never defrosted

I spoke my words, hoping to be heard
To comprehend with an open heart and mind
But you constantly push them like they are absurd
A gift so rare, but worth the effort grind
 
As I kept talking, I found myself becoming increasingly impatient.
I'm still striving to find an ear-receptive
Carelessly, leaving my hopes and dreams to rest
A listener who gives my words perspective
 
So let my sonnet be a gentle plea,
To listen, hear, and truly understand me.