You

You're a believer,
You're looking for someone
and... for no one
at all,
... you're a healer,
or you think so...
All the women you find,
you break them, thinking that you give
what they need the most, what they want
but that all is undefined,
no way to live
in this and in the end, it's their fault.

Everyone wants to love and to feel loved,
the words
are the only thing in the digital world
and all these covered
by the impression there's future,
no need for change,
just to love and believe that sooner
or later everything will be arranged.

And everyone knows, she's not the only one,
but you make believe each, that she is special,
and you believe so, you grow the connection
and no way to run,
because you're the center of existence on every level...
you perform the section
of every soul like a master,
and it's in your hands, it's stitched to yours,
the choice is to live tied
even after
when all the doors
are closed and all the tears are drained,
or cut it out with the flesh from the soul,
with pain so long and deeply hidden,
because it's the only way to heal the hole
you made when you were breaking women...
you're broken,
but it will never be admitted
and so there's no way to fix it...