ida i miss you
i feel as if i arrived in my life without permission & moon-ridden, heavy, alone; like the stars are calling me back with a voice that my bones have
how come your shoulders are so empathetic and surreal and seemingly beautiful
They want to take things out of me I want to keep them in
if you ever asked me how many times you’ve crossed my mind, i would have said once. because you came, and never left.