Willow Winters

I may be broken, but I want to be fixed.

The boy’s alive.
My heart squeezes, and the realization is too much to bear.
It shatters my sanity, my
composure

His eyes are the same.
God, his eyes are everything.
The only thing I can see.

My mind is fucked up, splintered and it hurts.
It literally fucking
hurts

The only cure for me
is
her

She’s mine to protect.
Mine to
keep
safe

I’m so fucking weak
for
her

I just have to be careful.
My little bird is so easily
broken

I’ve always been weak
for
him

Like the good girl she is, she parts her legs for me and I nestle my hips between her
thighs