non-rhyming nothing something

You are broken in a way that lets beams of brilliance burst from your frame.
I see your light from afar and like a moth,
I can't help but being drawn to it.

I am intrigued watching you search fot balance while somehow remaining
so definitive, so solid, so intent.
But in addition to your brightness,

There is shadow; a tar pit that eats at your eyes, turning them darker.
There are somber corners and like a spider,
I can't help but being drawn to them.