washing over me like crashing, cresting waves.
You bring me back up,
buoyant as a ball we’d throw as kids,
and I feel that light surge through me

a little too fast, or
a little too bright, or
a little too warm,

and I’m just okay with that.
I’m just okay with a love I’ve never felt,
learning who I am as if I were discovering the plot of the game,
and I develop like the characters,
and in that end, I think I’d cry salty-sweet,
happy tears that roll down your chest.

You unlocked my triphammering heart,
guiding with your key,
and we go and go and go and go,
and we learn to be happy with who we are …
That is if Kingdom Hearts has taught me anything.