You were tracing constellations along my forearms, Straight lines and muffled songs. I said that you can't whisper into your own ear - but I can, and I know what to say; I'd say that when the air is so heavy that you can feel it weigh you down, All you can do is wait for your love to come around. Because my shadow won't be here in the mornings feeble light, When you wake, my birth stars will be out of sight. They'll hide behind the sun, and I'll dance on the moon, Because it's not fair that the stars are so beautiful and we're so ugly down here alone.

Smiling mouth but lying eyes, A wolf in sheepskin, a monster in disguise. Love is what you're after, so how could you be so cold? All my cards are on the table, but all you do is fold. Dragging me down into your gentle gaze, deep creases beneath your eyes, But I know just how you can change, caressing me with your lies. I just can't resist breaking my own rules, kissing fire, playing this game of fools. Your tides change so fiercely that I'm left gasping for the shore, like I once gasped for your breath. And I tiptoe around your wrath, like an intricate dance of our #life's death. I want to climb into the curve of your hand, and bite into your pulse, and scream and shout into the sound of your voice, Because being in love with you was never my choice. We are ugly with potential of something beautiful, a rough diamond, an uncut jewel, I know that I have been cruel, Have you ever been cruel?

Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the#moonand dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H Auden

Don't just look, see I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. If you followed them around, even for a day, like a blessed ghost. For a day, you saw them crying in their bed at night; learnt the pattern of their breathing like they would remember a song - singing to themselves as they make a sandwich; just walking along the street and their eyes catch the light and become an open book. Even if they were introverted, strange, disagreeable, or had nothing. I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.

Gone I made an excuse, you found another way to tell the truth. And my heart is caught, in my wordless answers, turned mouth, shuffling feet. And I know the smell of your skin, like a sailor knows the sea. And I recognise your voice, like I used to recognise me. And your name burns hot when I spell it, and feels heavy when I say it out loud. Because nothing's wrong, but nothing's right, In your eyes I saw a dying #life, and an empty touch to say goodbye.