why am i addicted to the tragic
why does my blood sing for the broken
is there something in me, irrevocably
that makes me gravitate
to those who are as sick as me?
why do i love those with hollows inside
why can’t i seek something healthy?
is it because i have never known health and so
it feels foreign? it feels like I
don’t deserve that life?
why does the idea of someone whole loving me
feel like an impossible dream?