Listening Scars

Well, at first we were gonna go to the pool,

but silly goose forgot that the pool didn't open till 4.

Silly boy.

So instead we jumped on his tramp

and then I ended up telling him my worries.

And like the best friend he is, 

he listened.

He listened when I told him how frustrated I was

that my past wouldn't leave me alone.

We laid in the nice, warm sun and I mostly talked.

And I needed to.

And then we showed each other our cool scars

{but he had a ton more than I did, because, you know, he's a boy}

Then I beat him up.

Cause, you know, boys are real fun to beat up.

And I only do that because he needs it, since he's the oldest

and he's usually the one who does the beating. 

It builds character.

Then we laughed.

A lot.

He's the greatest friend.

Ever.