Unintentionally ambiguous.

Parts of my past
are interchangeable
I trade them back and forth
at regular intervals
depending on how much
I need to relive them

However much I try
to leave them behind
when cash is short
or I’m in a bind
they never fail to catch my eye
calling me back again

Because when the mood strikes
I can’t be swayed
I’ll go back every chance I get

Sometimes the thrill of the hunt
trumps the pain

Sometimes I have to get it back

(17 December 2018)

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