I do not own Kingdom Hearts. I do however own the mind, fingers, pens that wrote this poem.
It's here now, What we made.
Creeping in Shadows,
Reaching with outstretched fingers.
...They're strangling me.
...Those fingers.
It's cold here.
...I'm cold.
Inside it's gone.
...What is?
I'm not sure.
I've lost something,
It was important,
...I'm sure.
Is it still there?
...Him?
...Gone.
...Empty.
I want it back!
Why wont you answer?
...Make your own.
...How?
How!?
...Ask for another's.
And then what?
...Share it.
What if it leaves again?
Will it hurt?
...Yes.
It burns.
...Yes, it does.
...Make your own.
I want the other.
...Covet it.
...Seek it out.
...Steal it away.
Why?
The burning, it came back.
...Send it away.
...Let it go.
So cold.
...Inside,
Inside, not anymore.
...Warm.
...Bright.
Not cold.
Not anymore.
...Is it warm still?
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