Split

There is a secret I have.
No one knows yet.
I am two people,
not one.
She is wild
in a way that is tamed.
I am calm
but untamed.
We are opposites.
But we are the same.
She shares my memories,
and I share hers.
She is there when I cry
and there when things are to hard.
She is real
no matter how many people tell me she'd not.
She is by my side always.
This is my only true comfort.
She has always been there.
Though I did not know it.
She is me,
and I am her.