Individual

I don't want a boy who knows me
better than I know myself.
And if one appears, I will tell him;
that I am a million things
he won’t ever know.
And if he works those things out,
he'll find a million more,
buried beneath each finger nail,
hidden in the crooks of my arms.
No man ever wrote me.
for I’m not a map.
And I won't let them follow me
like I’m a straight line.

And if he argues
that LOVE can achieve anything.
With a smirk on his face
I will tell him;
that I am not a test he can study for,
he can't memorise my soul.
He doesn’t get bonus points
for remembering my favourite TV show;
my ex didn’t fail
so that he could get full marks.

I won't be reduced by a man
to the limits of his brain.
I could be his best friend,
his love,
his soulmate;
but I will never be his to define.

My Mind's a Map

My mind is a map
that leads me back to you,
when you cannot be found.

My heart is a jukebox
which plays a love song
each time I think of you.

My eyes are having flashbacks;
they're leaving me believing
you're everywhere I go.

Each night I must remind my body
that you don't love me anymore
just so that I won't dream about you too.

Firefly

I think I burned our bridges
but I can't even find the match.
I look back and see a fiery light;
and I still don't know how it was
we collapsed.

Intoxicated

Sometimes
when I felt like destroying myself
I would search for your name.
Your photo; an alcoholic’s final drink.
My mother taught me not to,
but I drank your face
straight from the bottle,
until my insides burned.
For years you were my remedy,
until my bottle ran dry.