do you even vine?

‘there will always a person 
          who looks like a poem
          earth wrote
          to keep you alive’

we never could love fully
          when we breathed the same air 
          but I'll hold you in the afterlife
          for we'll be safe there
          
          

I’m not too gone to be healed, am I? 
          
          I’m not too gone am I? 
          
          

We never made it, did we?

I still wake up with things to tell you. 

I am afraid 
          
          I will love you forever 
          
          and we will never be 
          
          in the same room
          
          again. 

i’ll love you even when you don’t love yourself 
          
          even when you think no one loves you 
          
          i’ll love you even if you don’t love me 
          
          i’ll love you 
          
          no matter where you are 
          
          no matter what you do 
          
          i’ll always love you 

even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you 

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 moon and dismantle the sun, 
          Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; 
          For nothing now can ever come to any good
          
          
          - funeral blues (W.H. Auden )

A boy I don’t like told me to write from the heart
          
          I didn’t know what that meant because I never knew I had one
          
          I never knew I had a heart
          
          ‘Til you said you kissed a boy I haven’t met
          
           
          
          Then I knew I had a heart
          
          Because I thought it might stop
          
          And when I thought my heart might stop beating
          
          I realised it had always been there
          
           
          
          But it didn’t know how to feel
          
          Until I thought about losing you
          
          I knew we wouldn’t last forever
          
          I was waiting for this day
          
           
          
          But I hope we can fix things
          
          And if we can’t
          
          I will always thank you
          
          For showing me I have a heart