poems with no names

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I watched a butterfly today 

and thought of you when I saw it. 

It landed on my hand. 

and left when I still loved it. 

 

I didn’t mind when it did. 

It was bound to happen anyways. 

I’m used to the goodbyes now. 

And no, I’m not crying. 

 

You said I was sentimental for a guy

But I don’t know what the hell that means.

Yeah, I cry sometimes. 

And so what if I’m a guy with tears?

 

I watched a butterfly today. 

I wanted it to be mine. 

But it wouldn’t be happy with me. 

So I had left it to go, free.