She's Mine
It seems the innocent girl, the one who was whole, had died a long time ago and what I see now is the broken shell of a person she once was.
She is a danger to herself at this point, because she can’t control her rage, her thoughts, her memories from claiming her again and again.
I hate to admit this, but she is a threat to everyone around her as well.
As I hold her broken, crying self in my arms, I silently feel miserable for her.
So beautifully broken she is. So impossible it is to fix her now.
I should have never kissed her, but I can’t control it either. The part of me which always imagines her under me, over me and in my arms every night has become a huge problem for me.
Bab Populer