to the boy with yellow highlighter nail polish—
a jade moonstone crystal contours your neck,
etched with your signature written
upside down in amethyst kitsune ink.
it was in the calligraphy of downtown angels,
words skipping through the page in
paperback abandon to the
tune of sanskrit fireflies.
how i long to capture the peach
schnapps sunrise and tattoo it
into your rain puddle irises
so that you will never have
to sleep in the dark.
i remember how you used to do
oldschool kickflips with your
skateboard near the stairs
by the cafeteria.
everyone thought you'd
end up in a hospital one day
you became a slave
to lowercase gambit.
the words you quilted upon my
spring twigs, orange
leaves and dragonfly wings.
where were you on the eve of july 31st?
we were supposed to meet up in the
old tobacco warehouse where we
used to work as children in the fields,
wearing garbage bags to protect us
from the side-effects of nicotine
even when we didn't smoke.
people say you drowned yourself
in pepsi twist and cherry coke
but no one knew what
they didn't know that you wrote
a confession at the back of my
school yearbook and the secrets
you supposedly posted on the
bathroom walls on campus
i wish i could have sheltered you from
your demons but i guess monsters
love to play with shotgun theories
and you ended up stuck inside
my head like a pink revolver bullet.
inspired by: alex turner