Love

I've started to question what that really means

It seems like everyday I fall in love

And every day my heart is broken

Yet I go and fall in love all over again

A never ending process

How can that be love?

How can something so painful be "love"

Over and over again I break into little pieces, falling to the ground in a heap

But over and over I duck tape myself back together and try again

Each time thinking I'll be able to stay together, that this time will be different

Hoping one day I'll find someone who will hold me so tight

That I won't be able to fall apart