Affairs of The Broken Heart

So this is how life goes
We put everything we have into that one person
Or towards getting that one person
Because we think they're everything we want
And then when we get our hearts destroyed
We pack up, move on, and start again
And we seem to be under the impression
That everyone else is having the time of their lives, all the time
Or, the life of their time, so to speak.
When really, we're all just like me
Painstakingly collecting the shards of my heart from off the ground
Where he stepped on them for the fourteenth goddamn time
And being filled with a continuous sense of déjà vu as we scrounge for glue
Enough to stick the pieces back together
To make them look decent enough that they might attract the next one's eye
And hope that he'll break the cycle
That we'll break the cycle
Maybe if we change ourselves
Pluck that hair, change it up, spend some money
Laugh fakely, makes new interests for ourselves, go to parties
Maybe THAT will break the cycle

But really, all we're looking for is someone to love us
Someone to make us believe there's a reason we're doing this
Someone to tell us there's more to it than learning a lesson
Someone to let us know we won.
Finally.

My god, I'm fucking tired.