butterflies

i don't want to love someone

because i'm supposed to

you told me, one night in mid-july.

warm air and sun fading in the sky,

i want to fall in love with someone

all over again each time i see them,

like i'm meeting them for the first time

all            over             again.

you told only me, i remember

alone together that one july day.

what a bittersweet summer it was.

i want to love someone in a way

i haven't felt in a very long time.

i want to love someone 

who gives me butterflies.

             someone like you.

             someone like you.

(make author anonymous anywhere other than ywp)