I see him coming

I know he's there

He molests me all the time

But deep down I don't care

He acts nice

then goes in for the move

I slap across the face

and still he doesn't improve.

a red marked hand print

on one side of his face

he walks away

with a fast pace.

when he's out of sight

i regret hitting him

even for a monk

loving him is a sin

i pretend to hate the molesting

but really i love every moment

and every second

together we have spent!

A/N Hello! Sorry I have updated, I got a new computer and I lost all my fanfics. So I'm bascially starting over with them all! Please enjoy this poem about Sango!