I stand guard at all times —
protecting a bruised and
bloodied essence,
tending old wounds and
keeping new at bay.

I'm a petal-armoured sentinel,
made mighty only by
inevitability and arrogance,
my lance trembling in my hands.

I remember every word you say —
so I beg of you, do not be hurtful.
Speak only your truth,
and let me down as gently as you can
when the time comes.

I will forever carry you with me,
another mark on the tally
of existing as a soft-hearted fool,
a cowardly warrior.