trust. that's the first thing.
the hands you could put your life into,
that's a true friend
always there, always willing
and she never can say anything
without making you laugh at some point.

serious, immature, strong, vulnerable,
she's just a walking contradiction,
isn't she?
we weren't supposed to talk about things
that would get us slapped
so I told her I was scared
five,
this time

this time.

and I am selfish and guilty
and terrified
we know this addiction is something
we will never understand

"but do you still love her?"
"hell yes."
"then you're stuck."
"well, yeah."
"and what do you do when you're stuck?"
"stick with it, man."

that kind of understanding is priceless
a shared thorn in our chests
even though hers has been pulled
it still throbs the same
and has left a scar.

she still feels it.

collectively we have been through everything,
nearly.

but that is why we are strong,
and our friendship is stronger.

that sounds stupid now that I say it
whatever
you're the best, man.

and by the way twin?

bam.

you just got burned.