one day,

I was sitting on the couch

in self-loathing,

repeatedly calling myself a

disappointment, disappointment,

disappointment, disappointment,

then I started thinking about a certain

spoken word I remembered watching 

within a poetry class,

the man giving the spoken word in the

video talked about a game he played,

in which he would repeat a word over,

and over, and over, and over,

and see if it lost its meaning,

I thought it somewhat, crudely funny

how all the positive words lost their meaning,

like I love you,

I love you, I love you, I love you,

if you can’t see that it lost its meaning

look at all the people who are divorced

right now,

I wonder how many I love you’s they said

to one another before falling apart,

after thinking about the truth behind

the repeating words,

I couldn’t help but to continue playing on,

and on, and on, and on,

making me feel even smaller, smaller,

smaller, smaller, smaller, smaller,

see it even works when I feel so low,

and lower,

and lower, 

and lower, 

lower, lower, lower,

till that negative pressure breaks me,

over and over again cause this ain’t the

first time this has happened,

and just like the words I repeat,

so too will this repeat