Aching
My hearts yearns to protect, to defend his.
And I am powerless.
I can do nothing but watch their words cut at him.
I must watch silently while he, as ever, is selfless enough to receive their blows as though he truly deserves them.
I can not, will not, believe that he does.
None of their words can convince me that he is deserving of such cruelty.
My hands shake as write, I am unable to fully control my anger,
This injustice burns through me.
All of them, they know him.
They call themselves friends and yet they would say these things that they know full well must rip him apart.
There are no words for this.
I can not stand to see anything hurt him.
I love him so.
And I am powerless.
I can do nothing but watch their words cut at him.
I must watch silently while he, as ever, is selfless enough to receive their blows as though he truly deserves them.
I can not, will not, believe that he does.
None of their words can convince me that he is deserving of such cruelty.
My hands shake as write, I am unable to fully control my anger,
This injustice burns through me.
All of them, they know him.
They call themselves friends and yet they would say these things that they know full well must rip him apart.
There are no words for this.
I can not stand to see anything hurt him.
I love him so.