But I am me.

Regardless of my obvious muscle-lacking physique,
I am strong.
Sure, it'd be nice to have someone there,
to call at 3a.m. when I have a nightmare,
to hold me close when I fall apart,
to kiss me in just the right places,
to whisper promises of always when I lay in his arms,
to tell me everything will be alright.
But no, I don't need someone there.
Crying until I fall asleep is totally normal.
Calling, hanging up, calling, hanging up.
Just part of my nightly mantra.
Having no one answer is routine.
I am an independent person.
No one else controls my thoughts or actions.
Just because the music I listen to,
the way I look at the world,
the way I talk to people,
is similar to someone else
(or a little more than similar)
doesn't mean that I can't think for myself.
It's my life.
Even if I pick out
my clothes and how I wear my make-up
just to get the attention of a specific person.
I make my own decisions.
Love is just the brain tricking man into reproduction.
No, I don't need anyone,
but my body is trying really hard
to convince me otherwise.