Sam M's "Fight" begins with a question that almost contradicts itself: "We don't really fight do we." Then the speaker admits they do get mad, but the anger never lasts more than a few minutes. The poem is about a close friendship that can handle arguments, and about the speaker trying to reassure both themselves and the friend.
The feeling underneath is a mix of affection and a little insecurity. "I need you / That's my reason / But I still don't know yours" is the most honest moment. The speaker is sure of their own loyalty but wonders why the friend stays. Soon after, there's a quiet apology: "I'm sorry about earlier. / It was stupid."
The mood is warm, relaxed and sincere. The short, plain lines sound like someone talking or texting a friend. The last line, "We wouldn't be us if we didn't," suggests that making up is part of what makes the friendship theirs.