a womans inspration with a pen??

where is that chick that i can write poems with or talk about life n the world.shes no where n its sad -_- i know its a girl out her in the same universe n dimension asking where are the guys like me,praying for one day to find him but as it happens, when they finally do they've given up on bleeding there souls with the ink of a pen ,placing there lives on a blank canvas like a artist named van-go n many others of his time.its sad I've met many ladies who've just stopped, they never had someone to show interest in them ,they turned numb from the pain of life ,so instead of writing down there everyday problems,they just accepted everything wrong,they become a clone ,there scared to walk around with no make up,they care whats a simple unworthy human thinks about them now,there lifeless n cant see the good things in life,they cant see they had a talent of then sucking dick and being in the production of drama,so i try to get them to wiled the pen ,but they tell me they cant anymore it was years ago,as i look in to there eyes i still see that person screaming out to be released,so i tell them you can still write it can never leave you,and i ask them to start writing again n to write me something,some smile n gives me that nerves look n say ok,some fight it n say maybe next time, its nothing i can do, one day they will realize there writing will always be there to give then a hand,but to the ones thats started again i might have found the girls I've been look for