I'm attracted to the souls with damage,
Those with stories in their scars.
Tear soaked and blood stained.
The fires of their pain though tragic, have left them without a toxic and prideful ego to muddle their beauty.
They are pure and graceful,
Often ignorant of their strength,
And their kindness is nothing short of magic.
They are new growth from the ash.
They are rainbows after the storm.
They are stars in the darkness.
They are heroes,
they are hope,
they are inspiring.
What's not to love?