I thought terribly hard of all the things
I wanted to say in the spaces of your time and mine
my heart rushes ahead of all the things I want to type out and
the time spent crafting my life journey
pathetic as it was
sad and stupid as it was
in the memory of my life
I dedicate it to myself
as something I deserve to have done for myself
not subjecting anyone else to my whining
my feeling sorry for myself and
trying to escape this feeling sorry,
feeling bad for and about
myself
this was my act of selfishness-
one of many I must admit-
however there is something to be said
about taking out for no one
but myself
and in a heartbeat, my life,
continues
no-one needs judge
this is my ode to myself