Last night I sat outside your apartment sobbing in my car for 30 minutes starring at your window
My mouth tasted like blood and cigarettes and my tears felt like rocks rolling down my cheeks
I wanted you kiss me the way you did the first time on your balcony where the street lights felt like fire against my skin and I could feel the electricity in your veins
and when I told my sister about the way we fucked I think she knew how it was going to end
but she didn’t warn me, she just kept driving, sometimes I bring it up to her when we’re alone and she never looks me in the eye
but one time she told me “there’s lessons you’re gonna have to learn by yourself”
she warned me about boys like you, the way your lips would taste like God. I thought she was crazy until you kissed galaxies passed my tongue