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).