As hers fell, he rose his own. Him to see her as she always was, Her to see only flashes through the eye holes of the man who wants her happiness more than his own.

The mirror now inverse, reflecting the person she cant stand to be. But only in defense. No harm , he doesn't want revenge. He only wants to stop injustice, to himself and the two people he loves more than he knew possible.

Empathy behind the mask, fearing any further sign of it be stored for later toxic regurgitation. He can't shut it off, but he can try his best to keep it from her gaze. Shielding it as his last treasure, protecting it as he never did himself.

His needs no longer put last. He must put his care first so he can better provide care for others. Too long ignored, detriment to his whole, he must relearn his own feelings, ignoring if their weight crushes the eggshells.

He is free. Scars around his ankles, he ran before he learned to walk. Never to run again, never captured either.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/sW1SuPVfLS

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/LjvcW2Z460

( not really a writer or poet by any means, just having feelings and expressing them)