Twenty Two!

Him.

The last time I saw you,
You were smiling at me-
You seemed so pretty
You could be a dying man's last wish.
I knew right then
You are a force to reckon with.

Then we settled down,
Under the light of the stars-
And you told me there's no star I couldn't grasp
So I held my hand out in front
And you placed yours in mine for comfort.

Describing you,
Was like bringing up all the character crushes
Perfect to their core
Yet imperfect in an humane way.
You melted like the lyrics of your favourite song
So pure and so cherishable.

There was no but in this story,
Just a purity in the touches-
And one living a life of sanctity
It was soft and powerful,
Innocent but firm.
You were so sure of your actions
Like a writer creating another character of hers.

I was drawn in,
Not when you whispered sweet nothings
But when you carried-
Held yourself blatantly
With the truths being comforting
You seemed like the master of a world,
Of your own- writing.
You seemed like the underestimated book
You need to spend time with;
to understand better.