Me, Now

I was wrong,

and I kept sleeping because it made me feel better about my mess,
even though I wasn't sure of what that was,
and I needed to hug myself a little longer,
at first it was because there was no one to do it for me,
to me,
but then it was just good sense,

I had preached accountability for so long,
I needs to keep my word,
to myself,
if no one else,

and I was sad,
without reason,
without comparability,
without much,

and with all the time in the world