Repetition in a poem is a tricky thing; it can get real pretentious real fast. I kept an eye out, but no pretentiousness here! Just more amazing poetry. You make the repetition work so well, just Spike running in circles in his head, trying to reason with himself. And this:

Sometimes she forgets and lets me

Hold her to my dark, dead heart

That was just gorgeous.

Phantom

And again: poetry. I can imagine Spike, at certain moments, writing this himself.

Marvelous, again!