I'm tired of this—

Watching from the sidelines.

I try to gout out

To help you fight,

But your demons are so strong.

I can defeat them

Easily enough;

They shy away from me—

But somehow

They still get to you,

And the wounds they give you

Appear on my skin.

I watch you hurt

And I want only

To kill those demons

And hold you

Forever safe—

If only

You'd let me.