Some Hearts

Some hearts are water:
they cannot be held.
They run over, spill out,
and you are left with wet hands.

Some hearts are deer:
they are skittish.
They must be loved gently,
and from a distance.

Some hearts are fire:
they warm you in the night.
But they will burn your fingertips
if you reach too far.

Some hearts are sand:
a million moments in one castle,
entirely vulnerable
to your changing tides.

Some hearts are stone:
You can hold them,
and they may warm,
but they are difficult to change.

Some hearts are wind:
you will feel them surround you,
but you will never hold them,
nor will they warm you.

My heart is softwood:
warm, and impressionable.
Your name is carved
alongside mine.

My Way

I want to scream out loud that I love you,
but loving you pushes you away.
So I hold my tongue,
and carry on,
and hope you'll look my way.