Come and spend time with me and I can heal a broken heart. Temporarily if you let yourself get lost in me. Maybe if you do You might be able to actually heal me see me or know me as well.
There are some places I cannot visit for they remind me of you. They hold your energy in the room like thick clouds of cigarette smoke. My lungs can’t take it in. I choke.
Deep down empaths want to be heroes, we want to be martyrs, we enjoy the pain a little because we know how to use that pain and gleam from it knowledge and a beauty—an experience-- that most other people can never fully grasp or understand.