I know guys

I'm her best friend

I advised her

To not stay out late with what's his face

She didn't listen so I heard her rant about it for four months

Stopping only to start venting about what's his name

I consoled her every time she cried into my shoulder

Because the boys who should have brought her comfort all disappeared

Into clouds of smoke and ashes and vapor

Or walked through doors that led to others

With pretty faces and curves that she can't blame them for

I want to make her feel better, whole

I want to hold her but I break our hug first

She smiles and I want to savor it but I need to get over the pride I feel from putting it there