The Rules of Attraction

I have only been attracted to things that can destroy me. To men that can destroy me, and when I look down the long winding road of the future, I do not see Disneyland ordained set of Americana values that include a dog and kids and a house with a white picket house, and me on his arm in the most Stepford wife way possible. Everything moving forward from this exact moment is all on fire, and I am gyrating on a pyre that was ignited by my lust for something evil. Because what does a bad man look like? And why is he on top of me right now? And why can I never stop fucking him. Why can I never stop wanting him. Why can I never stop pursuing my own ruin. And he will destroy me, and I will cry through every inch of pain, and I will enjoy every moment.