Pirate's flaw

I don't mind it, really,

even when he comes home late.

He's not doing anything wrong.

I trust that man with my life.

He has a job, but it's hard for him;

he doesn't know how to ignore

anyone with something to say.

He's been suspended, barred,

kicked out, and fired from them all before.

His fists always seem to lead

him to the face of every jackass

with an insult to throw. They

don't like him now because they can't

drag him back down to where he was.

They can't make a fool out of someone

who wants to do better.

But that's his flaw - he still lets them.

They end up on the ground getting beaten

to within a hair's breadth of their lives and

he ends up in jail again and

the cycle repeats itself bimonthly.

But I don't mind it. I love him and

I love that about him.

If he comes home with bloody knuckles,

I carefully wrap bandages over them and

tell him about my day as if he'd done

nothing wrong.

And that's true.

♥