I still remember the first day you learned to write.

Plastered in colours 

You and I like brothers,

I still remember then.

The sigh of the land-bound yellow submarine

I was the first to hear about your day.

Tickles and tattoos,

Gold glittering globs 

Local sunshine dried my every sob

I still remember then.

You told me about your new kith

My edges accumulated 

Live life, my little juvenile

My pulped skin will always 

be your listening ear

O that pretty pink bag,

Sweet celebratory cream

You raved to me on the daily

No’s more than the stars in the sky

I remember the first tear in your eye.

Torn and tattered teen

My rainbows yellowed

I look up

But all I see are windows

Like two black holes in the sky

There is nothing wrong with you, Love

It’s us against the world.

Flying towards gravity’s lover

My eyes covered shut.

Excruciation is nothing

Compared to a friend’s spirit dying.

Salt scars me

It burns me mercilessly.

I don’t want a sea

I miss my raving river.

Threatened by shadows at night

It kills me lacking the ability to fight.

Now you’re out riding fences

A chalice or Charybdis 

That I ride shotgun across the country 

You tell me you’re lost, young gun

But a poke is all you need

And I’ll be your needed therapy.

My favourite part was the rain.

We stood under heaven’s tear duct

And my leather coat shielded you

Some of my layers drank

Yet my rainbow came

When the raven was finally tamed.

Dear Friend,

I haven’t heard from you in a while.

I don’t like it here.

Dark, quiet, eerie.

You stopped talking

and left me for those luminous

devilish 

Personal rectangles and my omnipotent,

cursed cousins.

My spine is sore 

Downgraded to a wh*re.

My memories a broken record 

Yet nothing brightens me more

Than knowing that my crazy diamond shines,

In my loneliest of times

Even when the sun goes out 

Know that in me there’s still pulp.

I’m here, my dear.

I still remember the first day you learned to write.