I have no one to show me off
Nobody to take me on trips

No parents to introduce me to
Nobody to dote on me

No one to kiss my forehead when I'm down
Nobody to build my own life with

I'm tired of pleasuring myself
Of not having a protective hand on the small of my back

No touch that sends electricity coursing through my body

Nobody to love me truly
For who I am
Deep from their heart
Seeing past my flaws

So far I try
to be the true love for my own self

I remind myself
that being single
is a privilege

Or is that just a lie
that we tell ourselves
to cope?