My Imperfectly Perfect Soul

By Ch.Khyati Neerajakshi

The sixteen-year-old in me

never stopped dreaming of a life,

designed only with the presence of him.

These are the imaginations 

that comfort me the most.

I cannot measure

my consuming feelings for him.

I forget the existence of the world

when he is with me.

My whole nights are spent

thinking about him,

so the dark circles I see tomorrow

are the unknown traces 

he left on me.

His presence fills me with a feeling

that makes the infinite sky seem lesser.

I want to live with him,

I want a life with him.

Nothing could pull me back from him.

I feel he is the only one who deserves

to know every piece

of who I am.

I could visualize the alignment of us.

~He who?

~My imperfectly perfect soul.

By Ch.Khyati Neerajakshi