| | "Who's going to make them believe..."
I am her protector. I make sure she stays safe. I guard her; she is mine, mine to protect. Like a gun protects the officer on watch; I am her gun. I am ready to fire at a moment's notice. I see her scars. Old wounds from before I met her. I clench my teeth at the thought; angry. I want to destroy everyone who has ever hurt her. There are many. I often fight the urge to hunt them down and make them pay.
The consequences are the only thing that keep me at bay. If I leave, I cannot protect her. I am better off where I am, destroying the shadows of her past, ensuring their ugly flesh cannot enter the present. They are ghosts, that haunt her. I cannot change that. It is the crack in my shield, an empty magazine. When she wakes up at night, gasping for air, the shadows suffocating her, I hate how powerless I am. I clench my fists. Disgust surges through my veins. Someday, in this life or the next, those bastards will pay.
Some may mistake my love for insecurity. I do not envy, I am not jealous. I know I have secured her love, and I know she is mine. I just wish that every ogling miscreant is made aware of that. No one comes near her. No one touches her. No one hurts her. If you threaten her, I will be drawn. If you make her cry, I will be fired. I will be the bullet going through where your heart should be. I will be the force that makes you pay. You can only hope I let you live long enough to regret.
It took a long time for her to trust me; before she learned that I am her weapon, to be used when needed. It is not that she cannot fend for herself. She is strong. She can fight battles. She is just tired of needing to fight them. Just because she can fight them doesn't mean she should have to. I am here to ensure she never has to fight alone; never has to fight again. She has believed she is alone. All those nights she spent nursing her wounds, she convinced herself she doesn't need a hero. They don't exist. She stopped believing.
I'm going to make her believe. I have made her believe. I am her hero. I will be there for her. I will spend every night wiping away her tears, until the shadows disappear. She calls me her guardian angel. She tells me I am her hero, but reminds me she doesn't need one. She doesn't need one, she can fight her battles, and she can bandage her wounds. She would never admit that she needs me there. That she needs me to kiss her scars and wipe away the tears. That she needs me to hold her when the shadows cut off her air. She may admit she loves me for it, but she would never admit she needs it. But I know better. I know she needs me.
And I need her. I need to protect her. I need her desire and her want. I need to be her hero.
I will make her feel protected. She will be protected. |
| | Posted 7/29/2010 1:30 AM - 448 Views - 52 eProps - 35 comments
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I'd love to "get to know you" a LOT better. ;)