One

I could write and write until my fingers begin to bleed

Write about all my wants, write about all my needs

I could spill out my deepest secrets

Reveal my few fears

I could expose my soul through these rows of words

I could cry you every tear

But what then is left of me?

What will be left for me?

Is there anything in return for me?

Or is this just a one sided show?

See what I've realized is that everything always boils down to one

One life, one God, one true love

Every one on a power struggle to be the one above all

And all else just awaits to fall

While in this life all we get is one true friend.

All my life I've lusted for more

Growth, understanding, power

And in love, to mature

I always thought it'd be me and my love

But after you, you, and you

It's just been easier to give up

With that being said,

I could write and write until my fingers begin to bleed

Write about all my wants, write about all my needs

Reveal my few fears

And expose my soul through these rows of words

I would even cry you every tear

But what then is left of me?