I like women,
I like girls.
I’m supposed to like boys…
And sometimes I think I do…

But I don’t find myself wanting them,
Not these unattractive men.
I want pretty, lovely women.
These curves lying in my linen.
I want ever part,
Every inch.
Not a single piece
That I won’t kiss.

I want every part that
men complain about.
I want to listen.
I want the crazy.
I want the trials.
I want every word,
Thought,
Feeling.
Every sad or sick moment.
I want to be that piece,
She never knew she needed.
Why do I need to want a man?
I have everything I need.
We will be each other’s strength.
We will know each other best.
Hold hands in public.
People better get used to this.
I’m impossibly blunt.
Me and “shy” haven’t met.
I will own who I am,
And what I love.