sometimes summer romances are just for summer

i can feel you,
your warmth edging into my trying to
let you go,
i can feel myself starting to relax,
and letting myself trust you feels so wrong,
like when i promised myself to
never let me love you again,
like when i told myself i would never
open the door and let you in,
like when i cried myself to sleep knowing -
thinking that we were done for good,
i never counted on you
to keep
on
loving
me