Within the sorrow of a hidden path
that breaks and twists before it suddenly splits in half
My silent inhale, her breathless shout
that capture all my fears I can't let out
Once we were one, now I am two
we each take a path; between us the pain we can't undo
One part given, one part taken
our nails carving into each other's palms, our friendship forsaken
Is she dark, am I light
or both blended to madness, two wrongs making a right?
I carry my wounds in tears, she carries hers in hate
chased by our desperate dance in a cruel twist of fate
She harms what she means to heal
as I cry: you are not even real
My invisible companion, carrying half my mind as her own
and the other half, is all I've ever truly shown
The farther we walk, the more the distance between us rip
holding our bleeding hands harder in our slipping grip
The pain between us takes its hold on our split soul
and forces the halves together as they clash in our loss of control
And we find ourselves walking the same path
our hands fused together, rinsed in the blood of our aftermath
Between us a love unmistakenly gleamed
and with crooked smiles, our friendship is redeemed
(poem I wrote about me and Anna, our journey together)
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