My Love at Its Best

Utterly useless

completely compulsive

Like a hailstorm in the middle of August.

When the time has come

and the smiles have fled

when the tears have dried,

I will tell you

tell you how I feel

about the day you misunderstood me

the hour you ignored me

the minute you hit me

the second you hated me

The years it will take you to forget me

Utterly compulsive

completely useless

my love at its best. 

Reviews

[Joiedevivre]

I like the use of repetition and the cross switch f the words, it gives interesting structure