Description: Blah, Bullocks.
I'm so repetitive.
repetitive
repetitive
This Was Meant To Hurt -------------------------------------------
I have every secret intention of ripping this town apart
Because some people don't deserve tongues
Some people don't deserve choices
They'll always choose wrong anyways
If you read you'll judge
If you read you'll judge
If you read you'll judge
Read me don't read me promise to read me?
This was meant to hurt
I understand why you go
I understand where
I don't understand why
I'm trying to kill myself with these speakers
I have some letters to write
Letters to write to you, and me and them
Just two letters though
'n'
'o'
I know where to start
But where to end?
Obsess over
over obsess
obsess over
over obsess
me
me
This was meant to hurt
Wowza. At first, I wasn't sure I liked this, but I decided that I did, in fact, quite adore it. The repetive nature of it(that you pointed out in your description) adds to the piece in my opinion. Like bobbing in and out of the water. Almost drowning, resurfacing, going under, rising above. It's interesting. And, I can feel it's pull against the current. It's almost saying:" I'm not going your way anymore".
Don't know why, that's just what I got from it.
Of course, I don't think that people don't deserve choice, but the angry feel of it...is. just. perfect. It's got that oomph that it seems to me a lot of poetry is missing.
Submission Name: This Was Meant To Hurt
