people are not to be trustedyou saidespecially not in this cityoh babydon't trust mein any city

who knewfrom that easy smileyour mouthheld so much promise

every time you taste happinessfor a little too longI hope it stabs you,the memory of what you did to us

born right in time for a violent uprisingshortly before the breakout of a three-decade-long warin a country where no less than seven people die in road accidents every single dayand one natural disasterclaimed almost thirty-one thousand lives in the space of a half-a-morning how is it that death has not claimed you yet?[my love-hate holds you bound tightly tothis earth]

dodged a bullet yesterday - it's not easy, hiding from you in a country suddenly too small.

what once seemed like lovein hindsight becomesan astounding type of idiocy -it takes two rare idiotsto do to each otherwhat we did

vocal cords paralyzed, woke up soundlessly screamingthroat raw, burning; your ghost shredding my sleep stillyou were only readingin an empty house you used to visit, a house I once lived inand yet I woke upsilently screaming, the sight of you unbearable still

as memories burn into ashesall aroundthe world begins to bloom

flying somewhere againwhat does it matter whereall these thousands of feetup in the midnight skyyour ghost flies along with mewithout stopping to breatheoutside there is a stormand inside it rages still

even as I stareinto the inky blacknessof night-time sky35,000 feet up in the airyou are right therestaring back at me

broken by you completely,I no longer knowhow to love

there were daysI wished those tricky roadstook your life

I know what it isto love a man like youI will not steal from herI know what it isto be broken for youbleeding all over the place

one last thing this year:finally letting you go -you are not mine now.

do you even knowyou have tamed a wild thing,made it yours?

celebrating us:I am still breathlessat the thought of you -even after all these years.

and now,whenever I soarjust a little too high,I remind myselfhow you unloved me -and it burns my wingsright down.

to think wetried to teach each otherhow to love

just when I thinkit gets betterclothes throw me –this top,wine red, pinstriped,brings to mind howit made youwant to turn back,take it off me,take the day back –make it oursI don’t want to seewhat you once saw –andno longer desire

don’t undo me like thisif you don’t mean tokiss me again