The Wolves Howling In My Head

Repetition

Over look my point.
A simple conversation turned awry,
Again.
Again.

Was I wrong that those things bothered you?
Was I wrong that those TWO specific things were a bother?
Was I wrong?
Was I wrong?

Doesn't matter how many times I repeat myself.
Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter.

I said two things.
You said seven.
I said things that were current.
You said things that were residual.
I said.
You said.
I said.
You said.

Even with your own evidence I was damned.
I made it minor, you made it greater.
So what?
So what?

I give up repeating myself.
I give up defending my claim.
I give up.
I give up.

You treat it like I am always picking a fight.
You act like I am combative.
You act like I am.
You act like I am.

I'm not.
I'm not.

I'm tired of repeating myself.
I'm tired of repeating this.
Go read the last poem again.
Go read it and understand again.
Again.