Sometimes I Think About

Sometimes when it’s quiet, I think about;
I think about he who I once loved.
Sometimes when I’m alone, I think about;
I think about he who I once feared.

Sometimes, sometimes, I think about;
I think about what if he’d been kinder.
Sometimes, sometimes, I think about;
I think what if I’d said, “I forgive you”.

Sometimes when it’s silent, I think about;
I think about how he once held me.
Sometimes when angels sleep, I think about;
I think about how he once beat me.

Sometimes, sometimes, I think about;
I think about what if he’d been gentler.
Sometimes, sometimes, I think about;
I think what if I’d said, “Just one more chance”.

Sometimes when it’s frosty, I think about;
I think about he who pleasured me.
Sometimes when I’m pensive, I think about;
I think about how he once raped me.

Sometimes, sometimes, I think about;
I think about what if he’d been loving.
Sometimes, sometimes, I think about;
I think what if I’d said, “I still love you”.

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