I should of
   punched her.
       Made the blood awash
                with the concrete floor.
How dare she hurt you.
Lay her pathetic, puny hands that pry and peer
upon you.
I found myself biting my tongue
where I should've made her bite hers.
SMACK
came that connection all too fast
and where was I?
Lagging behind-last.
To rewind that cry, escaping your mouth to
shove it down her throat- choke and choke.
                
                                         ­              "Don't worry about those things"
I am your friend
you are my best friend
and its never happening again.