Troubled

I’m in love with trouble.
No matter what he does to me, one look at his face and I become unconscionable and completely dependent on his aggressive attention..
My tear ducts have become a little too familiar with their craft, but still, I’ll do the impossible for him, upon his impossibly irrational request.
He’s not my prince, and he’s damn sure not charming, but my life’s objective screams upon his presence.
How ever troubling it might be, I am in love with trouble.