No more left of me

As a pisces, I tend to fall in love about every 45 seconds.
Which means my heart tends to break as often as it opens.
And as soon as I find me yet another you, I lose control, I lose my guard, I lose my time and I lose you.
If only an over the counter pill could mend me everytime my heart breaks, I wouldn't be destroyed by the impact from all the mistakes I tend to make.
I'm never ashamed that I ever loved because my love is honest and real.
I desire the same affection that I give, but in return, I receive more tears, more pain and scars to take to the next man after I fall in love again.
Unfair, it's harsh, but real. I don't understand why I cry.
Why can't I find the one who will see me, know I'm flawed, but start to glue the pieces of my shattered soul?
Why do I always find the men only willing to fill my holes and with no remorse take another fraction of my heart?
Soon, there will be no more me left to tear apart.