miss you
every day
but less ish.
don’t go
don’t leave.
even my nightmares.
you’re too tall
wearing a jacket you’d never
oblivious to being a ghost.
but only in my dreams.
haunt me
scare me
you could never
but.
i want to love you
in the present
forever.
good morning untitled
what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as