I don’t need you,
I don’t need to hope to see you
or hope you notice me
or hope you talk to me.
I don’t need my name on your glistening lips
or anything else of mine, for that matter.
I don’t need you to subtly approve of my advances,
with that ‘come hither’ stare
drawing me into your cage without bars,
locking me up and swallowing the key.
I don’t need the cliché long walks on the beach
or the candlelight dinner for two
served by a waiter only pretending to speak French.
I don’t need to romance or be romanced
or hold hands, spinning in circles as a foreshadow
to what living together in an average household feels like.
I don’t need to prop you up when you feel like falling
and I don’t need you
to cradle my perceived deficiencies.
I don’t need you to tenderly stroke my hair,
telling me everything’s going to be okay.
I don’t need you to love me
because, frankly, I love myself
and that is all the love I need.
In fact, my love is so powerful
that it’s not just for me; it’s for everyone,
everyone who wants it. And to everyone who doesn’t,
I’m glad you don’t need me
because I certainly don’t need you.
I don’t need you to make me feel like a real person
as I am a real person;
much more real than you can possibly imagine
in your flowers and candy mind.
Yes, I reject your attempts to buy my affection
with the special trinket of the week.
I reject your promises to deliver to me the stars
from the overjoyed heavens above
that you claim you can reach
but never prove to me that you can.
Well, I can reach them.
I’m doing it right now.
Not because I have something to prove to you
but because I have something to prove to myself.
That I don’t need to be your prisoner.
That I don’t need you tied to my bed
to feel whole,
to realize that I’m worthy of living.
To realize that the sun shines for me.
To realize that when God said, “Let there be light,”
I said, “Let it be for me, bitch.”
I remember now,
remember that my strength and divine beauty
are my own;
on my own.
With you not needed to complete me.
Sorry Tom and Renee, but that shit don’t fly anymore.
Not now, not ever again;
unfortunately for you
since you now can’t bury me in that very notion,
‘til death do us part.
But try not to be sad.
Everything I’ve said applies to you as well,
to your strength and your divine beauty;
on your own.
I hope you don’t need anyone
because, frankly, your love is enough for you
and, frankly, it’s powerful enough for everyone too.
It’s just not for me.
I realize that.
So arm’s length now, please,
‘cause I’m turning to walk away
and I don’t want to hit you with the door
on my way out.
I don’t need you,