A/N: Bet you thought I was finished here, eh? Didn't you? It's alright, so did I. But I'm back! With a poem from Leon's perspective for once. Whoddathunk?
Most
days I just want to
Scream
Or
cry
Do
something
Do
anything
To
let my friends
My
loves
Know
I'm still thinking of them
Still
grieving for them
But
every loss
Every
failure
Gets
lodged in my throat
And
I can't breathe
But
then you
Silly
stupid great-ninja-my-ass
You
Stub
your toe
Or
slip in a puddle
And
let loose a
Bedlam
to wake the dead
And
you will carry on
Hopping
around one-legged
Clutching
your injured appendage
You'll
swear a streak
Blue
enough to make Cid blush
At
me
For
just standing back
Watching
Just
watching
Your
antics
And
I will never tell you this
(Though
maybe I should)
But
when I see you
With
your melodramatic wailing
The
knot in my throat loosens
And
when you stop acting like
A
brat
I
can breathe again
Because
You
cried for me
And
for that
Only
for that
Do
I give you
"Five
more minutes"
Every
morning
And
tolerate your
Incessant
begging for "a piggy back ride"
Because
without you
I
would suffocate.