I Break

I think breaking people has become a habit of mine. I create this idea of myself and they all fall for it and I watch them sink into the euphoria, and fall into the false utopia and when they're weak - bam! - I snap a bone, I twist an ankle, and they're crippled and I don't really find satisfaction nor do I find the deed disgusting. Destruction is too beautiful, I don't know how to react to it. I just stand there and watch every person I break bleed and fade. 

And maybe it's like imprinting on people in the most sadistic of ways.

And maybe I just like being remembered.

And maybe it's because I am intrigued by the idea of falling in love with an idea.

So I shift and I mold myself into one and jump to another and every time someone falls, I make sure they hit the ground hard.

And I should stop.

To the latest person, imagine that this is an apology.

But consider this a farewell.