my therapist told me that
i gravitate towards
the broken ones,
the ones who often
anchor their sinking ship to mine,
not even stopping to think that
they might take me down
with them.
she tells me it shouldn’t be this way,
that there’s a difference between
lending a helpful hand and
selling my soul to help
a boy i barely know.
but the truth is,
i don’t know how
to stop,
don’t know what it’s like to
help someone
without expecting the inevitable pain
at the end.
-a.c.b