TheLadyOlivia

I am not my sister's keeper. I keep repeating to myself to quell my overprotective nature, but my grip is still too tight. I keep repeating to myself, She is smart... She can take care of herself. But my grip is still too tight She hisses "You're not my mother!" "I'm not an idiot... I can take care of myself!" She smudges mascara, running drops of Maybelline upon her cheek. I'm too young to be a mother,   I remind myself as I help wipe her blackened tears away. She smudges mascara, running drops of Maybelline upon her cheek and glares at me with our shared dark eyes. She yells that she's fine and for me to "get the hell out." My

Memorize my taste. I want you to sip me-                                                                                                                             take me between your soft lips and roll me over your tongue,                                                               savoring the mellow tone of my body                                                                                                   as a wine connoisseur to a prize merlot,                                                                                                     swirling the warm liquid-