Again and Again and Again.

I love you.

I loved you.

I love you.

And instead of finding you,

(a new you)

I turned into you.

And I was cursed-

to meet myself;

again,

and again,

and again.

And you made me hate myself;

again and again and again.

And when I finally found “you”,

it wasn’t you.

It was you.

So once again I became myself!

But by now…

I hate myself.

You love me,

Because you hate me.

And you want me- to hate myself.
But, if I hate myself I must still be you.
Then it couldn't have found you,
even though it's you.