• We fought today.
    We faught about her boyfriend.
    Not over him, just about him.
    And about our friendship.
    And our trust.
    But I got tired of it.
    I couldn't take it anymore.
    So I left.
    I went home and took a shower.
    I washed away my stress.
    I calmed down.
    I put on my pajmas, and went into the living room.
    I put my iPod in my ears.
    And I washed away all signs of life.
    Then I sat with him.
    I sat, wrapped in his arms.
    We listened to our music together.
    He wasn't really with me,
    But his spirit was with me.
    I sat with that boy.
    That Nightmare.
    We loved each other.
    Like family of course, but we loved each other.
    We sat like that for awhile.
    I'm not sure how long though.
    Because time slipped away from us.
    I forgot about my friend.
    I was to busy being lost in time with that Nightmare.
    That Nightmare was my brother.
    We sat. We hummed. We forgot.
    All our problems slipped away.
    For once in what seemed like a long time,
    We enjoyed ourselves.
    We had fun.
    We smiled. He laughed and I giggled.
    But far too soon, time returned to us.
    And he left.
    But I was happy. I forgot about my anger.
    I kept giggling, and played.
    I played with my friends, and my dog.
    But I knew somthing.
    I knew I now had a place to go.
    A place to go when I was sad or angry.
    A place... In His Arms...