The shattered

They cant be perfect anymore,

any perfections are merely acts and dishonesty.

From the past till now,

everything just reassure myself that there is no fruitful relationship.

I've tried,

hard enough with my best I can,

with the worst I can,

at the end of the day it all rounded up in disappointment.

I'll just walk on,

walking on broken glasses has become nothing unusual to myself anymore.

I may break a bitter smile as I walked on.

In fact I really do not know what am I holding on to?

I am not afraid to leave,

I am just unwilling to give up what I've built

and

I am unwilling to give up the comfort and love we shared although it is minor on your ends.

I do not want to give up on us even though I know it is not perfect anymore.

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2 choices were given :

1) Stay on with my hubhubie to take a chance to see if there is any outcome surprises for us.

2) Leave the relationship and quit on men to prevent any hurting incident anymore.

I made option 1 as my choice to put it on the last bet before I affirm my conclusion to label all men as jerks.

Meaning, a male friend is either my buddy, guy pal or my client

Or else

Fuck off my life, sad to say life is that extreme.