Wild:

There are two people
to whom this is addressed.
If you are not one of these people,
if your heart does not recognize immediately that you are
then you are not.

You have all of me.
The only pieces I do not yield you
are the ones you will not, perhaps cannot, accept

and for that
I am sorry
as the sun in the sky
when it rains.

I cannot change my heart
to make it please you more
I cannot tailor my soul
to fit your hands like clay.

No matter how you wish I could
no matter how you wish that I could, for example
stop loving you
or, another example,
ditch the magic that doesn't exist
I cannot.

No more than breathing.


You get me.
My tears, stubbornness
smiles, laughter
all that I can give you
is what I do each day.


Please let it be enough.



I deserve to be happy.
I deserve to be loved.


...I deserve....