Soulmates (a poem a wrote for fun) TW: mentions of suicide

I was in love with her. Platonically. Not romantically.

When she was hurt i was hurt, when she was worried i was worried,

When she was jumping up and down in excitement i was to.

But when she wanted to kill herself and everyone asked why i wanted to do it with her to, of course i told them that we both decided on it together. Because me and her were one soul split between two bodies.Whatever she did, i did. And whatever i did she did. We followed each other in friendship as if since the beginning we knew we would always find each other again. No matter the situation, through the lonely nights of suffering or fights with friends, or when the world seemed like it was crashing down around, we always found a way back to each other. Because we were one soul split between two bodies. Soulmates.

-by me, luna