This piece was based off of a prompt I recieved in Creative Writing. I hope you enjoy it.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts, I only own this fic.

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"your kiss tastes like black coffee and carbon monoxide, but i still want more."

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I wonder how long it will take till you realize I'm not what you want. I'm only good for a few things, including getting you off and making that vanilla soy tea you like so much. You're a broken soul, the basic things please you.

I can only pray you won't leave me. The day I no longer give you luna moths in your stomach is the day I dread. I want you to lust after me forever, but you won't. You're too busy ogling the pretty asian girls in your favourite naughty magazines, to even notice my new hair cut; I cut the split ends just for you.

You lay in bed for hours, not moving until you catch a wiff of me, and you're hounding. I find myself exposed, my neck being exposed to your kisses and soft words like "princess", "baby" or " love". Your fingers kneed and pull at my skin, my moans mewl out of my mouth like a cooing baby's joyful sounds.

My legs wrapped tight around your slender waist, your bony fingers are in a place that makes me sob and let out shuddering breaths. I want so much more than this, but the thoughts leave my head when your finger is replaced by your godly tongue, and I can't think straight. I'm crying, clawing at the sheets, gnawing at my lip, the demon in me no longer repressed.

But as quick as it's started, it's over, and I'm begging for an encore. You're tired you say, and roll over, leaving me to my own fingers' demise.

How long can you live on coffee, and no food? I haven't seen you take a bite in days, you just sip on your black caffine, ignoring my pleas, off in your own little world. In an hour or so, you'll vanish to the bedroom and slice your wrists open again, only for me to wrap them up in my last white tee-shirt and kiss them better. I'm tired of being your mother, and your lover.

I haven't kissed you in months. My lips haven't felt your chapped splendor, and I crave for your tongue's intrusion in my mouth. I'm overjoyed when you suddenly grab me and set me on your lap, your lips burning down my neck. Within minutes, my hips are bucking against yours, your face buried in my neck, whilst my philanges are tangled in you hair.

You tell me I could be a porn star later that night, as I lay on our bed, long nude limbs strewn about. Only you could make me feel so special, yet so shitty. I appreciate your compliment, but I know you only say that because you adore the way I scream and yelp your name as you bite and tug on me. I love you,oh god, I love you.

No one calls me anymore. They leave me alone, because you don't like when I talk to other people. You only want me to belong to you, so they stopped calling. I miss my friends, my mother hasn't seen me in ages. When I last saw my father, I wreaked of sex and sweat, having not gotten the time to shower. They're ashamed of me, they don't want to be seen around a trashy girl.

I promised to be only a harlot for you. Only for you will I throw my head back and thrust my hips forward. But you don't want me to be a lady.

I clean our dirty apartment, wash your blood-stained clothes, and heat up your Hungry Man dinners, because they're all we can afford. I work at the local convinient store, my salary ridiculously low. I do what I can to keep your love. I've sold my soul for you. It's only a matter of time before I have to sell my body.

But until they day you have to share my body with others, I'll be your princess, I'll be your baby. Just as long as you love me.