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Were exactly what you needed…
you would be mine now.
I would sadly die however,
as… if that were true?
I would be in heaven.
I am not, but I strive to be.
Perhaps you might look at me?
I will not kindle a bad hope.
I am not stupid, I use plain soap.
Yet, I want the best…
for you. (a low, and serious tone… barely heard)
What does that mean;
I want to be the knight that saves the day,
that requires not a kiss or token.
I want to be the warrior that defends your honor,
that demands still nothing and provides more…
I want to be the shadow ninja…
even if unasked, filling needs,
all that I can, until I can not.
More than that, I want to make sure,
no one ever hurts you again.
While I draw breath, that will be the way of it.
Your eyes betray the truth of your laughter…sadly too real.
Your secrets, they are safe, I do not need the details of hell.
Sometimes things can not easily be fought,
They have no name, no face, as they have been torn away…
Clawed out of existence in the pathways of our mind(s).
Ever vigilant I am your friend. I mean that.
It is not more than that, or ever less.
If I, if you, if we, it can not be.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019