Sometimes

Sometimes
I think of you as a scar
Unwanted though forever engraved
On my heart

Sometimes
I think of you as permanent marker
Leaving me with a story
That I must bear

Sometimes
I think of you as the sky
A void that harbors
My trains of thought

I think of you as the morning breeze
Going unnoticed
Until the moment you sneak up on me

Sometimes
I think of you as love
And sometimes
I think of you as hate