M A D N E S S
(It’s down the rabbit-hole, straight to his heart)

Most of the time all you can think about is him; his spiky chocolate hair, his deep azure eyes, his goofy smile. You close your eyes and you can remember him slashing through a heartless, black tendrils floating through the sky, parting the darkness so all you can see is his grin as he flings the keyblade across his back.

And you have to admit… you loved being the victim. You loved it because you knew he would come charging through to save you, and just you, from the grasp of those heartless beings.

Damsels in distress always get more attention… You knew that, you were a clever girl… However, sometimes you were so afraid that one day he wouldn’t come… one day, he’d forget about you and there would be a horrible accident, and he’d be all alone... or worse, you’d be all alone.

No matter how many times you try, you just can’t do it. You hardly remember your trip to Wonderland, or anything that happened there, just talking cats, and hearts, and white rabbits, and him, with his beauty.

Everyone thinks that he’s someone you’ve made up, and for a second you convince yourself the same thing but then you feel his lips on your skin again and the way that he holds you just right. And you know that love this deep cannot exist between a person and their imaginary friend.

Sometimes, you like to think that he will come for you one day. Just suddenly appear out of nowhere and whisk you off into the sunset. Unfortunately, you know that this will never happen, but you lay down by the rabbit-hole anyways, your hands outstretched and watching the sunset, imagining he is there with you.

Sometimes you think it’s unfair, you never had a chance. It was down the rabbit hole, straight to his heart.

and return wasn’t an option.