You ask me to guard you from bad decisons. Ask me to lead you when you are lost. Look for me for light when days grow dark. I do as you ask and more. On the sly, you know you have a place in my heart. On my sleeve, you see my heart. On my lips, a certain smile only you see. Though you never take my advice. Spit venom when I gently point out your errs. If you want to scorn me, then why do you ask me to stand by your side? If you would lash out in defiance, then why ask for my counsel? I'm tired, and not from the wrath and anger you let loose when I speak my honesty. I'm used to people who don't take well to truth. I'm tired because you ask me to do you a service you never allow me to do. If you don't want my honesty, then I will shut my mouth. When the day comes when you want some brutal cold unflinching honesty, I may not offer it. Or any words for that matter. You ask me to always be honest with you. Easy enough for me. I'm true to a fault. Are you honest enough with yourself to want it? How do you guard someone who throws themselves into the storm? When I pull you back, you look at me with a glare to wither a tree. A tree hard and unflinching. Unflinching.
Fault of honesty,
ShadowlessTomorrow
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