Help...to Move On

I'm not entirely certain who I wrote this about...

I tried once,
And we were not right for each other
I tried twice,
And the remaining embers are uselessly ever-burning
I tried thrice,
Results came and looked promising
But have shown (born) no fruit

Tis time for me to give up on the fantasy,
the energy consuming search for emotional ecstasy

It helps me to help others,
But helps me not to help myself
I must pull together to assist my sisters and brothers
But I must return my desires to their shelf

Time to grow up,
Time to move on
My chances,
Have come and gone

Author's Note

Sorry, I sound like I'm on a high horse in this one. Ignore grammar