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.