I could have loved you like
a meadow
(forgiving and resilient,
fluttering with your every
word)
but you only wanted a small
amount of solice from
the wreck in your body and
your heart couldn't be
big enough
(couldn't be
soft enough)
for everything I was
willing to hand over to
it.
I don't think I'll ever stop
trying to give every piece
of me to people who
aren't ready to take it but if I have
to continue I would prefer to give
all of it to you. I'm so
scared
to
settle
but, god, if I'm
going to settle anywhere
I would want it to be
wherever you are.