No one ever said writing was fast. Finally getting to 2nd sentence from 8/15 writers prompt.
I never broke another heart until I realized what I was
Catalyst for desire and change
destined to be consumed by the reaction
Mine is not the love you settle with
It is the love that unsettles
Moving between loves
Shaping and being shaped
but never matching anyone’s final form
It is my lot to break and be broken
just out reach of happiness
Having problems coming up with the end line(s).