Truth or Wrath

He breaths me in. 
Does that bother you?

He consumes me where my perfume rests. It touches his lips. It's inhaled,  and absorbed. 
Does that make your lip curl?

My breath is his to control. My skin is his paint. My heart is his to embrace.

Does that make your weak, and broken heart cry? 

I hope so. 

Because I'm happier now, and if that isn't wrath I don't know what is. 

AJV

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