I’m attracted to the damaged ones. The broken people. When I am with them, I try to fill them with love and beauty. Give them space to grow and be free. But it is not altruism that attracts me. It is like blood on the water.

And much as I struggle against my darker desires, I am a wolf. So the tattered innocence, the broken virtue, the lied to, the betrayed, they draw me near. I can see into the broken places and I desire to cuddle up next to them.

It is the monster in my heart. One I would rather die than allow freedom. I’ve caged it round with rules and obligations. Made it serve me. Hopefully it is enough.