i miss you
psych ward drawing, me, 2025
i miss him.
i saw his eyes today. those blue-green eyes that remind me of the lakes of my childhood, when my mom would pack me and my twin brother up and my friend addie into her minivan, blasting party in the usa by miley cyrus, my brother sitting cross-armed while me and addie sang at the top of our child-sized lungs, our cheeks pink, mouths spitting and slurring over words like they didn’t matter. those eyes that remind me of better times. when the world wasn’t so complicated and scary and stressful. when i didn’t feel like pulling my hair out all the time. when i didn’t feel like i had to puke everyday.
i miss him.