humbled and worn
"Why don't you yell back!? Why don't you argue and fight!? I need a man who will challenge my opinion!" I am humbled and worn. The days of playful pleading are passed. The hours of only our company for sustenance have left us. You once begged me to hold you until you slept, but now my presence disturbs your slumber. I will still work tired to watch you sleep and give up my post work beer for the "darling cabinet" that makes your eyes sparkle. I will still dream about you with a knot in my stomach and a sweat on my chest. I will still compare a strangers smile to the one you held for me. And I will still hope that he wont argue, just like I wouldn't. Because if he yells and screams and fights, I will have broken my promise to keep you safe.