I can take care of myself,
I shouted,
but I'd rather take care of really anyone else,
I thought.

I'd make you tea and toast on late insomniac's nights,
coffee and cigarettes as you watch the sun rise.
I'd make a mighty fearsome strong drink, after long days at work.
Pick on-point records to mirror the mindset you've earned.
Pour glasses of water, remind you the importance of hydration.
I'd feed your brain, provide necessary stimulation.
Advocate deeper delving into your hobbies and passions.
Show compassion,
you're worth it,
you deserve this,
every bit.

Never did I anticipate feeling such a genuine satisfaction
for finally giving these things to myself,
for doing this for myself,
for truly taking care of myself.
I want to
take
care
of
myself,
now.