Putting the pen to the pad is the medicine to the broken heart. Meaningless words people say, time spent with worthless people. Wasted words, wasted time. How can life be so unsatisfying?Why have I been implanted with so many unrealistic concepts of love? How can I get these reasons extracted from my heart? who do I blame the government, my parents, or my failed forevers? He didn’t inspire me. His mission was to tone me down. He did not want to except the gift god gave me. The gift was unwanted, unexpected. Yet it was an angel for my life. The angel kept me alive from the hardest of times. We were not meant to be, this is the harsh reality I must face. The fact is my heart is hesitant to walk away.  It is now necessary to let go of the forever that never was.