loveless

maybe i’m a child

in the head

with a heart still set

on fairy tales,

but i know that love

is soft, like silk

and warm sands

and i know that hate

is coarse, like waves

on jagged rock

maybe i’m a child

in the heart

with a head still stuck

in day dreams,

but i know that love

is not these waves

in my chest

or these rocks

in my lungs,

and i know that hate

is not the child

in my head

and my heart,

day dreaming

of silk

and warm sands.