But I started again with that something,
that something that I replaced with something else,
which was then replaced by something
else
but, you didn't like that something else;
So I went back to that something and
now I want to go back to that something
else
you don't know about
but, I don't know which is worse.
If you didn't like the second something else,
you'll hate the first
but I hate myself so,
it doesn't really matter anyway.
You do something that I don't like
and I hate it,
but you'd never change that something
so here I am
going back to my something because
you hated that final something
else,
you won't change your something
and, maybe, that's okay
because I hate for you to find a something
else like my first
something else.
But could you stop?
Then maybe I will too.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
