One at a Time

What makes you think you deserve the sediment of my truth?

You should expect me to be so honest

I owe you nothing, no blue prints for growth

I can barely begin to tackle myself

A friend is a foreign term, good, better, best, intangible

Please, one at a time

It's all they can handle

Please let me blend as well

It's always too much

Cover at the repercussions of honesty

It means nothing yet still the world hanging on every word

Violence is no motive to communicate

Come unto me in all your glory

All consuming in this childish pride

Your blows so soothing

Is this proof?

This does not cancel any options

Broken idols, so comical

I won't accept anything less than absence of prostituted smiles