I have listened to a single song a hundred of times. I have watched a movie five times in a week. I have read a book over and over again. I have inked quotes on my arms a million times over.
I am good - no great - with repetitions. The idyllic sound of it in my ears The calm, soothing visual on my eyes The insatiable want for familiarity The loops, and returns, and hoops, and lavish rhymes in my mind. I am good - no great - with repetitions.
But you - yes you - made me sick of what I once thought as beautiful. You fed me words, phrases, tunes, sonnets, lines, quotes, rhythms (over and over again)
You know what they repeatedly whispered in my dull, aching ears? "I don't want you anymore"
And you know what my stupid, ***** of a mouth said? "Give me one more chance"
Never have a repetition made my stomach churn with sickness and loathing for me. Yes me.