I saw the many little things that shaped you,
perfect and flawed;
time and space started to dissipate.
Quite the contrary to skydiving,
I fell slowly at first, then all at once;
onto a field of mines.
It’s been a long time since I hit the ground,
yet I’m so deeply in love;
even as a virgin to your touch.
I thought you were my support.
That I could fall apart in your arms.
Until I was ready to piece myself together.
But you weren’t, and all I was, was broken.
I thought you were my knight.
Yet you had no armor nor a horse.
You were perfect, then you weren’t.
My flaws were apparent and yours too.
I thought you always had the words.
Those right words to soothe my restless heart.
A rush of fire to my dwindling hope.
How wrong I was to believe so.
But I learnt, I couldn’t expect you to be perfect.
Just to understand my imperfections.
You are human, just as much as me.
To myself. To my creator.
I am perfect.
That is my peace.
He has the words to forever guide me.
Like He guides you.
I don’t need a knight when I have a King.
He is everything I always needed, I just didn’t see it then.