Collision

Written about my best friend.

I want to see everything inside you.
I want access to the deepest pits of your soul,
the parts you think are so insane,
the parts you loathe
and pretend don't exist most days,
only to write about them at 4 am
to try to make sense of the volume they speak at.

See, I am the same.
I do my best to shove the dark sides
deeper and deeper
so the ones who love me
need never see them.
I worry if the pieces are buried deep enough,
or whether they're peeking out of me,
trying to make themselves known to someone.

It takes two people so very alike
to recognize this in each other.
I was never so proud to feel broken
as I was when our secret pieces collided.