And today more than yesterday, the day after and so, I mourn a friend, a brother, family. A week, a month, no months, how long now? My biggest fan, my hype beast. Kept me going when my heart was too faint, ink too dry, content nil, and hands shaky. A love too genuine to rare, unheard of you’d misuse it, mistake it if you’re clumsy. Today I close my eyes in pain to cut the teardrop for Peter. The man full of love, full of life could live his and mine but till I lost him I didn’t see it as such.
Illuminated my potential more than I did, went too hard for me, and cheered me on as everyone else cheered after him. He’d rather read my pieces on a cracked screen and struggle to comment than see me in pieces and cracked. Tonight I light a candle utmost love, utmost pain, utmost rage because I adored him as much as he did me. Nothing said against me would ever tilt how he saw me lest guilt would bring him crawling to me.
A part of me aches for the so much unseen that only his death unveiled. Like how much I loved his smile but still lovingly insulted him because if the ghetto love we thrived from.
Owh, how he loved to hug me but dodged so often so he’d thirst for it longer. Guess I was only but scared of the day he’d have enough of me! So I tamed our brotherhood. I’d smile at him,scream his name miles away and wable my body because he made me happy. He cared, he loved, he believed in me, reminded me of my magic. He was more than just an ordinary friend, a little close than a brother! More of motivation, for the love he had for my articles and books I honor his Spirit. The man thought so highly of me, in a million phases nobody would replace his trust in my hands! He believed and so I believe in my magic hands. I light candles, I shed a tear, I kiss my palm in honor of love for Peter and his trust in me.
LIGHT WITH ME!