Missing Piece

We all look for someone to complete us. 

But being aware of ourselves,

Seems to be the only thing worth searching for. 

Would having someone in our lives, 

Give our lives meaning?

Would our lives finally be complete? 

This missing puzzle-piece we all seek

Seems to be causing carnage in our lives. 

This special someone, we all seek, seems to be causing us to scrutinize situations,

Sending us into a state of affliction.

Would being unaccompanied, and finding solace in that,

Be that bad?