The Kind of Guy

He was the kind of guy that leaned over the balcony's edge to scare you

The kind of guy who had 13 tattoos, all in the places that hurt the most

The kind of guy that swam kilometres into dangerous blues

The kind of guy that wanted to skydive in the rain.

But I'll have you know

He was also the kind of guy that watched where he stepped to not hurt the ants

The kind of guy whose fingers were always stained with oil paint or charcoal

The kind of guy that read the books you liked to impress you, even if he absolutely hated them

The kind of guy that never bitched about a lost game after he walked off the court.

But what surprised me the most was

When the inconspicuous woman trained her gun at him,

He was the kind of guy that smiled as he stared into her cold eyes

The kind of guy that whispered beautiful yet devastating words into its barrel

The kind of guy that grinned wickedly as he heard it cock

The kind of guy who died believing that the stars that night, they shone a little brighter, just for him.