I’m attracted to damaged souls
I'm attracted to the souls with damage, stories in their scars.
Tear soaked blood stains.
The fires of their pain though tragic, has left no toxic prideful ego, to muddle their beauty.
Pure and graceful,
ignorant of their strength, kindness is nothing short of magic.
New growth from the ash.
Rainbows after the storm.
Stars sitting still in the darkness.
What's not to love?