(TRIGGER WARNING)
Walking through the halls, you always kept me close.
Something agitated you.. some small nothing.
I had told you to relax.
You gripped my arm. Somewhat a death grip, bold colors appearing under your fingertips.
Your last mistake.
You slipped, letting that fiery anger show for just a moment in front of him.
He heard your voice. That bellow echoed down the hall. You walked away. You left me. He saw the colors you left on me.
He refused to believe my pathetic excuses, how I tried to explain away the bruise.
He asked me if I was okay and gently moved my other sleeve…
revealing other small nothings, some faded and some still fresh and tender.
He saved me from you.
He kept me safe.
My self appointed bodyguard. A protector.
My own champion knight.
You wouldn’t dare cross his path. You were a coward.
ARE.
His instinct was to protect.
The structured ice to your reckless fire.
My friend
My savior
My angel
It’s been years.
We’re together now,
And
He still protects me.
He shows me the love you never did.
He kisses away my tears.
He holds me close.
It’s been years and I’m proud to say,
I
Am
Safe.
Dark Cry Poetry 