Before I knew what had happened

Impulse took over and I screwed what should have been a normal day.

Who is that punk?

Why is he with her?

Fists tightly clenched

I approach them

Heart pumping 

Thoughts racing

I'm not the jealous type

But she is mine

Not usually this way

But its different now

Now that he's on the ground.

The End

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