Then I finally realized maybe falling in love couldn't be apart of my fantasy it was only imaginary love was all I ever wanted but I guess my heart became unwanted I seeked for love in different places and got my heart broken in different mazes my father was the light of the candle the others were the icing and cake we normalise thinking love is a good feeling, yes the cake did indeed taste good but when you eat there's nothing left... when I continuously forgave and showed love in the end there was nothing left you let me run dry, let my words be limited, my tears stopped flowing, my heart filled with rage & hate all I ever wanted was to feel loved, was that too hard to ask for? Then I came to realize, maybe , falling in love was just an image that was unapologetic--broken-- unsupported and exaggerated.