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.