The Tempted

I like the strong ones.
the cold ones.
The ones with the wall around.
I like to think myself as the only
who could claw through

I like the thirsty ones
the lonely ones
The ones keeping away.
I like to be able to show them
all the love misty dew.

I like the broken ones
The scarred ones.
The ones hurt and burnt.
I like to embrace them and
piece them anew.

I like the unyielding ones
the proud ones
the ones who break than bend.
I like to stand next to them and
merge the two.

And then

I leave the vulnerable ones
the submitting ones
the ones who have given in
I like them to be strong again
when I say adieu.