Breakable
By Serge Norguard. Filed in Personal, Relationship/Romance |
Things are going exactly as plan. She cries hurt, her anger rages. She feels betrayed. Oh how beautiful to see it happening right infront of his eyes. Her temper flares as she is stabbed at her back countless times with the knive of betrayal. You see, this is an elaborate ply of Serge. A ploy to assesed (how the fuck do you spell that : 
) the relationship. Why does he do it ? Don’t ask him, he himself does not know why he takes pleasure in seeing the one who loves him suffer.
This world cannot and is not perfect, thus if a relationship has become perfect in his eyes, he will break it. And when he breaks it, suffering will happen. Collateral damage will begin, but this to him is to build up what is needed. Besides, when life becomes to perfect, one will not see the damage that is being done. Yet doing this will damage as well. Something he has not thought about, but now that he has..a simple yet maniacal catch-22 begins.
Will she ever be the same ? Will she ever trust him again, well definitely not. After all the things he has done, who can trust him. Serge cannot live with perfection,therefore he will break it as he has mentioned earlier. If one cannot live with the way he treats you, leave now.
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Tuesday, June 6th 2006 at 5:31 am
you test things. you throw something at a wall and see how it cracks; and you’ll do it until it falls apart. as a way to see how strong it is; how it stands up to pressure; how long it’ll take before it all falls apart. nothing is perfect, so when something seems perfect, it simply feels like there is a flaw unseen somewhere… and the feeling, the urge, the need to hack away at it starts gnawing.
does it happen because of some reasoning, some logic that, the more the suffering, the longer one continues trying to make things work, the more that one loves you? a reasoning that the more one is willing to be hurt, the more one loves you…
simply because you hurt, twist the knife, manipulate doesn’t mean you don’t care, don’t love… but perversely, the more one suffers, the sweeter it feels, the more tenderly do you care…
i don’t know you, i don’t know the situation… but somehow, what i said feels right… perhaps because i am one who would, could and has done something like that…