I remember when I met you,
two broken souls roaming around.
I found someone to listen to me,
when I couldn't find common ground.
The first person to hear my story,
the only person to hear me out.
The only one that got a glimpse of the real me,
the one I told everything to without a doubt.
Like me you were fighting demons,
both no where near victory.
We were different but the same,
both slowly headed towards insanity.
Our paths didn't cross,
but we walked the same road.
We started at different points,
and met somewhere along the line where our paths narrowed.
But like always nothing lasts forever,
life has proven it to me many times.
You had your own world,
and it wasn't in sync with mine.
But I learned a lot from you,
how peculiar life can be.
Like how easily I can confide on a stranger,
that shares the same insecurity.
You left a mark on me,
a mark that will ever fade.
The world is still a scary place,
but because of you I'm no longer afraid.
I continue walking my path,
accepting the fact that I'm on my own.
But every time i stumble and fall
I go back to that moment in time when I wasn't alone.
