The first time I saw a tear trace the silhouette of your face, I’m ashamed to say I turned away. I trained my eyes away from you as tears vandalized your angelic silhouette. I cowardly turned the other cheek as if not seeing your pain would make it go away. Told myself it wasn’t my place to comfort you, it wasn’t my place to care… But I did. I didn’t know you then but I wanted to pull you in.
The second time I did exactly that; I caught a glimpse of you out the corner of my eye and without thinking, pulled you in. The cowardice quickly took over and that was it. I pulled you close enough to hold, but I didn’t. I just let you cry a little bit closer to me. I let you cry and later terrorized myself for it.
In the unfortunate event that a third time ever comes I will banish my cowardice like an intruder in a Lion’s den. I will hold you like Scar should’ve held his brother. I will kiss away the traces of sadness. I’ll wipe your tears until they grow tired of unsuccessfully falling. I will use myself as a shield from the bullets of your aggressors.
I will protect you.