Least Of Mosts

I urge of you,
Do not glimpse my way.

I’ll be on my knees
Before you lay,

I’ll be on the floor
Clawing for my future

I’ll be picking Pennie’s off
The gum
Beneath the bleachers.

I’ll be banking on
Your bruised light
I’ll obscure your thoughts
And scorn your eyes.

Ill cry with acid
Behind my frames
Shove myself
To live this way.

I’ll do nothing for you,

I do nothing for me.
 
I’m utterly fragile
With crystal like knees,

So I’ll beg for you
I’ll live for you
But my body will fracture
Before I improve
In that,
the least of all most’s
Is all i will do.