what eyes been working on lately . . . see how many old skool skate logos you can spot
I’ve missed you . . .
If I could say sorry I would but all I can do is lie here and wish we’d never met. Do you remember when we first saw each other, you were so young and so full of energy it scared all of us. You picked me out of hundreds. I couldn’t believe it, I don’t know if it was the way I looked or the way I felt but you spent a long time deciding. I knew we were made for each other and as soon as we were alone you told me as much and I tried to tell you.
You hurt me a lot in that first year, so much so I never really got over it, but it was still fun. The things you made me do were an eye opener for both of us. We went at it for 5 days solid once, you even started to bleed but you wouldn’t stop.
Eventually you got comfortable with me being around 24/7, we did everything together, breakfast, school, lunch, detention and even the toilet. You drew pictures on me and in a way I did the same to you. I remember when I hit you back for trying to kick me away, you lay there for two hours screaming at me, I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you.
There were better times, much better times, when it was just you and me, doing what we wanted, we were free. We travelled all over the place, you took me to see my friends in city’s far away, you took me somewhere new every weekend.
I’ll never forget those days.
I’m sorry you had to grow up, sorry you had to get a job, sorry you found that girl, sorry you wear those funny boots. I’m sorry I got old but you put me through so much in those early days.
So, here we are, you going to work for the seventh day in a row, me lying here gathering dust.
I see the way you look at me.
I know what you want to do.
Go on, touch me.
Feel my smooth belly.
Touch my rough back.
Taste the cold still and spin my wheels.
I am your skateboard and I’ve missed you x