I don’t want you
To kill my demons.
I’ve learned to enjoy
Tea and biscuits
With them.

I don’t want you
To fight my battles.
I’ve learned to take
A bloody beating
And stay standing.

I don’t want you
To speak out for me.
I’ve learned to raise my voice,
Or shut up
When I have to.

I don’t want you
To be my righteous savior.
I’ve learned that gurus
Are just human,
And they’ll always disappoint.

I don’t want you
To give me shelter.
I’ve learned to run
Thru sun and rain
To feel alive.

I just want you
To be here with me,
And hold me tight
When the world ends.