He walks during the night to free his mind from the pressure of an stressful life
It's been years since he had settled down and found a nice home to himself
Love was never an option because who would take on a broken body like himself
Tear's spill out from those warm brown eyes, releasing emotion from a tightly locked prison
Men don't cry he curses at himself, yet they spill out like an overflowing cup releasing it's contents
With an hitched breath he slides to the ground and leans against a wall, grasping his chest while continuing to feel his mind finally fracture as the world started going blurry
Not many walked the street this time of night save for one in a eerily similar situation
She was coming home from another stressful day at work when he came into view, looking quite scared and in despair
Most would've ignored him and kept walking but he was different somehow as if they were connected by an imaginary string
Taking his hand she sat down next to him as the tears flowed freely between them, as if they had both seen and experienced the horrors' of war.
Neither knew the other's name yet they bonded with their emotional pain as one being
Eventually they picked themselves up and went to his house, staying the night as a friend
Getting to know each other over an casual breakfast made from a week's leftovers
So they continue to encircle each other, falling not in love but forging a bond of emotions
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(Ir)regular Ideas (Poetry & Short Stories)
FanfictionJust a collection of short stories and poetry that i had lying around in my brain taking up space so here they are.