One day on the misty emerald lake it was just us.
The best of friends with the worst of luck, but it was just us.
We cackled on about absolutely nothing, but it was just us.
As close as two peas in a pod, it was just us.
Sharing secrets at 3 a.m, it was just us.
Empty souls that were meant to find each other, and it was always just us.
The world was always against them, and still through everything it was just us.
Until a thrashing storm came crashing over them to test their will to be alive.
Life was far from perfect but they managed to hold on.
Just keeping it the two of them, it turned out they were strong.
And when one couldn't see the light,
The other borrowed her sorrow,
Because although life isn't always perfect,
A friend can be the shoulder to cry on,
Or the other half of you,
But either way you see it was always just us two.
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My Inner Constriction
PoetryPoems I've written over the course of time relating to my struggles with depression and failed relationships.