He tugs me into his lure, a charm that billows and bloats into a gentle kiss, a calming breeze. But my anger simmers, boiling, nicking my skull, giving a salute to his precious face as it thrums inside of me, clamping me down until I screech. I want to blame him.
Maybe it's both of our faults. Yet when I step back it's almost as if he doesn't exist.