In the middle of a battlefield,
I was struggling and about to break.
But then he came in, 
I thought he wouldn’t help me,
but he did.
The only problem,
he had no idea what he was doing.
but it's reassuring to know he tried.

He wasn’t in immediate danger before,
but he was willing to place himself on the front lines.
​In all honesty he could’ve just ignored me and focused on protecting himself,
but he didn’t.
It was the little things he did that made the biggest impact.
It was the tapping the edge of my blade when he saw it was threatening to fall,
the words he shouted at me to get me to focus,
the asking if I was injured,
the letting me use him as a shield when I almost fell,
the holding out his hand to get me back on my feet,
the telling me to take the other side to keep me out of danger,
the letting me lean on his shield when I was on the brink of insanity and death,
the making sure I was ok as the ground rattled with movement,
but most importantly,
the leaning on each other.
The safety he radiated,
the comfort he brought as if to say it was ok to fall,
the letting me know he was there.
He didn’t tell me verbally,
But he showed me he was there,
with his actions,
he showed me he cared,
that I could lean on him.
And that was all I needed.

He may have no idea what he’s doing, 
but I think I want to keep this guy around.

eli torres