I wasn’t there when
you needed me most – I guess
that makes us even.

It’s hard to believe
we share half our DNA
when we’re so distant.

I’ve always been a tea drinker, an addictive heirloom I received from my mother. There’s something so comforting about it, like it’s a nice pat on the back or a hug with which to start your day. Tea whispers courage and love into your soul and convinces you that you’re a good person, who’s worth everything and can achieve anything.

I found a love of coffee when I started working full-time in a labouring job a couple of years ago. Less loving but no less encouraging, coffee slaps you hard around the face, spits in your eyes and screams that you need to stop being a little ***** and get on with it.

And sometimes I just really need that.

You were the sweetest
guy I knew and I turned you
into the sourest.

I used to tell lies
about you at school but then
it was the ‘done-thing.’

I said I wanted
death and you respected that,
because you love me.


We changed together,
took drugs together and now
are one and the same.

Glowing ball of light
you shone all of my shadows
into submission