My poetry book

slightly Dysfunctional

A/N : This is a poem I wrote for my best friend, quite personal but thought I should share it since I'm pretty happy with the result, and she makes me a very happy person so yeah, enjoy ahah

We're slightly dysfunctional

She and I

Either for the time we sang Disney songs

From the top of your lungs

In the middle of the street

Or the time we spent

Learning secret handshakes

In a tiny tent at 3am

But mostly for the time

I let my walls down

To a girl with a snake around her neck

And a crest on her thigh

On a bad night

When no one was around

And I found myself learning

That giving her a chance

Might be the best thing I could've done

Because we are both wanderer souls

With scars and battle wounds to show it

We're opposite lost souls,

Because her feelings rarely show

And mine rarely hide

And my loudness contrasts

With her calmer way of being

But we're both lost souls

Lost in a place we don't belong in

And trying to escape

What feels like a dead end

And if someone asks me

If I think there's such thing

As a friend soul mate

There's not a drop of doubt

Swimming through my mind

That prevents me from pronouncing her name

And I slowly realized that,

I realized it through several hours

Spent together doing nothing but talking

And still being able to call it an amazing day

I realized it through

The secrets I spilled

And the stuff she shared

I realized it

When I realized the days gone by when we didn't talk

Always felt a little too empty after all

And even though I sometimes think

She's way more than I deserve

I like to believe

We appeared in each other's lives

When we most needed it

Cause I can't deny

That the harsh reality checks

She gives me every once in a while

Do open my eyes

Even if first they make my stomach twirl

And I reckon my words

Are sometimes things she needs to hear

She might annoy the living shit out of me sometimes

And I might make her want to scream sometimes

But truth is

We work well together

We fit together

So, we're slightly dysfunctional

She and I

But for all the late night conversations

For all the shit we went through

For all the cries (although mostly mine)

For all the thoughts shared

For all we've done

And all we're yet to do

My slightly dysfunctional mind

Finds ease when close to hers