Because I Love You
She dug her seashell pink nails into my back
Angry red and charcoal black
My Angel's got a temper,
seeing red when I dare speak to somebody-Anybody!-else
Her love is wrath,
taking shape in the form of bruises and text messages from concerned friends
She holds my freedom in her teeth.
" I love you", she says.
" I own you".
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