Sick Of Losing Soul Mates

I am sick of losing soul mates man, because this time last year I was in the hospital. I had a different soul mate then, he had one crooked nose and two dark eyes. He had wild hands and a wild creativity that scared me I was in the hospital that was filled with broken people and broken glass from smashed windows and red anger I guess I belonged there I’m sick of losing soul mates man, because this time six months ago I was a sin I had a different soul mate then. He had blue,cold eyes and had a yearning for a purpose. He still does, but that purpose isn’t me I was all sultry gazes and forearm lingers. One tall glass of water and pills everyday, twice a day. I don’t know why I’m still like that I guess its the new me I’m sick of losing soul mates man because right now I’m floating I have a different soul mate now, All beautiful eyes and shaking hands. A loud voice and dripping soul. I am a new person. I found where I belong. But I wonder if six months from now I’ll have a new soul mate, who has a different set of eyes to linger on me. I don’t know where I’ll be. I don’t know if its just me. Maybe my attention span is too short for long term I guess that's how it has to be.