Oh, this was absolutely delightful to read! Though it may reveal a bit more about my current stage in life than I would like, I'm guessing I would thoroughly enjoy your old [all-lower-case] style.

I am now so nostalgic for writing poetry. Like your teenage self, I write poetry to process feelings. Sometimes I'll try to branch out to subjects beyond "immediate emotional processing" but it is so easy to carry around my little poetry notebook and never open it. When I do look back on old poems, I'm startled by the huge increase in quality from my early teen years to my late teen years. Even from one year to the next, there is a marked improvement. Admittedly, I might not share the vast majority of that work online, but it encourages me to continue writing. Oh, what new heights of poetic navel-gazing may I reach! And perhaps even a poem or two about something else.

Anyway, to end this comment:

"This is how the ending starts..." hit pretty hard in a good way. My second favourite is "They say that one tear raises the ocean..." which touched a pretty similar emotional place within me. And "I talk to the warthog..." made me smile. Thank you.