If you have time,

Call me.
Tell me your sorrows,
Share with me your pain.
I'll face a thousand arrows,
Just to meet you in the rain.

Sing to me.
I will lend you my ears,
listen unto your melody.
I will do this for years,
Even if it becomes a felony.

Cry on me.
Pour your tears,
and let me wipe em out.
Like a handkerchief of fears,
Then you can throw me out.

Love me.
Give me the stars
and I will draw constellations.
Let's sail the seven seas
and embark the greatest fascinations.
Together, lets figure words that rhyme.

That is, if you have time.

You were her friend* and yet on a starless night in the back room of an empty bar, you ripped away her innocence. She did not deserve a gag on her mouth and scratches on her cheeks. Blue bruises on the inside of her thighs constantly reminding her where you'd been.

You were her friend and yet you ripped away at her clothing as easily as if you were plucking the roots of a tree, and perhaps you were, because you dug her out and left her there to wither.

You were her friend and all you gave her was forced kisses reeking of whiskey and a bed sheet stained with her nightmare. There was no remorse in your eyes as you held her down and had your way. Again and again and again. You did not even wipe her tears.

You were her friend She did not deserve the whispers and glances in the hallway, your smile reminding her of what you did and your taunts when she sees you.

She was your friend She did not deserve dreams of a rope as a necklace and thoughts of a funeral where no one came.