Sometimes when I really think about you,
I can feel the scar you imprinted on me reopening.
It doesn’t hurt the way it used to,
But it still hurts when it’s closing.

Sometimes when I think about you,
It hits me that there’s still so much I never said.
Because the few times I could speak to you,
I got too distracted by the tears we shed.

Sometimes when I think about you,
I wish that you could see who I am now.
It's not out of maturity that I want you to,
But so that you could see how you’re missing out.

Sometimes when I think about you,
I hope that you have feelings of regret.
Because you hurt me in ways I never prepared for you to,
And to think that you stand by that is too hard to accept.

Sometimes when I think about you,
I’m not filled with anger or pain.
I can appreciate the love that I had for you,
And I can accept that some things drown in the rain.

Sometimes when I think about you,
My heart doesn’t stammer or stop or bleed.
Instead I wonder what person you’ve grown into,
I wonder if you found your peace.

And maybe one day,
When my heart has learned that words are nothing until they are set in stone.
Maybe one day when my thoughts have matured with age,
Maybe instead of thinking of you,
I simply won’t.