andromedabellatrix

fallen angel


her hands trace patterns up your thighs

and some part of you is screaming

that this is so wrongwrongwrong

because she's your sister

and sisters don't share kisses

in broom closets and empty classrooms

but she's never been one to follow the rules

and you can never resist

when she flashes you a smile that says

'i could have anyone here, but i chose you'

.

and before you know it you're pressed against a wall

fingers tangled in her hair

and it's surprising she can't hear

the beat of your heart

as it thuds against your ribs

at a hundred miles per hour

.

or you're lying in a heap

wet grass brushing against bare skin

as fireflies dance around like christmas lights

turning her skin a dozen hues of yellow

as if she's an angel fallen from the s-k-i-e-s

.

it's a never ending cycle

of kisses that are too forceful

and regret that seeps into every thought

until one day you wake up

and she's found somebody new

who can make her feel all the things

that she didn't feel with you