nenequette

[nenequette]

“sinner. sinner,” come the whispers from every corner, and that’s what made me curse under my breath when you look my way.

made me avert my eyes to the mary-janes i bought for you on your eleventh birthday. made me forget what it means to breathe when i lean against your chest and fall asleep to your heartbeat.

made me call you handsome rather than beautiful in front of my parents, as much as i loved you with flowers better than your jersey uniform.

(because i can’t find girls pretty, can i?)

i’m a sinner, and you were supposed to be the angel my sullied hands cannot grasp. but you smile and lean down, the warmth of your lips completing mine to prove to me you’re a sinner... too.

i can’t seem to close my eyes; they sting like yours do because we’re both out of breath and choking on sobs when we pull away. rainsoaked and moonbathed. our hands in places everyone says aren’t meant for us, around each other.

and that’s what made me realize only a sinner can save another sinner.

with a kiss.