I have a mentor, and I have a friend
I look up to one, and I love the other.
When the two worlds met,
It was beautiful, and it was obvious.
There was once love, but no more.
Sometimes things are just misunderstood.
Because of this, my World Changer had come and gone.
Torn from her family, by her family.
Mending isn't easy for some, as I've noticed.

Its hard for me, because I know the whole story.
Or at least the part that's written.
And here is my struggle:
I want to fix it, I really do.
It kills me, it really does.
I fear if I push to hard, if I try too much,
I might break something precious.

I might break a heart.

I'm putting down the pen.
I can't want to write a story
That needs to write itself.