to be happy.
I want you
and me
to be happy.
And some nights I can see it,
And it feels so good.
And some days I miss you.
Some days moreso than others I miss you.
Some days, I still think about you,
And me,
And us,
as both a collective and single word.
There isn't really any other point to this entry.
But I guess if anything,
I wish that I could say these things out loud
Instead of having to forget about it all.
-Oedipus
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