"oh no!"
he says
without even
saying hello.

he sees me crying
when i arrive at the park.
thank god he doesn't see me dying
on the battlefield in my mind.

"what's wrong?"
he asks, then adds
"i knew you weren't okay
all along."

i don't know why
but i start telling him everything.
maybe it is because he's willing to try
to help me.

he listens to my story
in which i tell him about my history.
and then he puts
a protecting arm around me.

it feels like
i have known him for years.
maybe that explains that my tears
didn't hide behide my smile this time.

it is then that i see:
i don't need a knight,
at least not to fight.
i just need him to protect me.

protect me from the army
of dark thoughts,
of sad memories
and a cruel history.

but most of all,
i need a protector
from myself and the knife
i had held before.