THE GIRL WHO WAS BOTH
We were a trio,
a trio of chaos,
a trio of laughter
a trio of hope,
A hope so strong,
it outweighed everything else.
Problems paling in comparison,
to the light we carried.
We were a trio,
a trio of dusk,
a trio of dawn,
a trio of darkness.
A darkness not quite as dark,
as it was before.
Dampened by its company,
decreased in form as well as fortitude.
We were a trio,
through and through.
A trio of that needed each other,
both me and her and you.
A need for love,
a need for warmth.
The warmth we wished we'd gotten elsewhere,
but never had.
We were a trio,
a trio of trauma,
a trio of tears,
a trio of strength,
A strength so strong,
because it had to be.
Our minds and bodies crumbling,
with the lack of it.
We were a trio,
a trio that swore not to leave,
a trio that lied,
a trio that became a duo.
A duo consumed with grief,
because the lie wasn't lied.
It was forced and taken,
she was taken.
We were a duo,
a duo of loss,
a duo of heartbreak,
a duo of death.
A death that shattered our souls,
in a way we didn't know death could.
A death that brought darkness,
no longer dampened by her light.
We were a duo,
a duo never meant for two.
a duo searching for their dusk,
a duo searching for their dawn.
A dawn we found,
in the coldness of the night,
the fierceness of the waves,
rolling over us relentlessly
We were a duo,
heading towards our third,
reunited not in this life,
but the next.
A next where we all stood,
the dusk,
the dawn,
and the girl who was both.
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Short StorySometimes you just got to let it all out. I hope you enjoy these poems and short stories that swiftly touch on friendship, loss, hope, love and whatever else I might feel. Thank you for being here and thank you for reading this <3 - Sunny
