He shattered my heart, but I knew he would.  I’m the only one to blame. He’s beautifully broken and I’m drawn to him in a way my body can’t refuse. Each touch is like a sharp cut; one I can’t help but to desire. I know what he needs and he’s going to destroy me to get it.  He’s cold and calculated, our past proved that much.  Every move he makes, will destroy me piece by piece in deliberate agony that tastes so sweet. He’s going to come for me, because I have what he needs. And when he does, I’ll be ready. He may break me down, but I’ll take him with me. There’s nothing I crave more.