Freeze in the Name of Love

I may be too afraid to step in the name of love.

For every-time I have a chance to move forward, I freeze.

Colder than ice in front of a corner store.

Colder than the Chicago breeze.

Colder than frozen pizza.

As I resemble the likes of Sub-Zero, it reminds me how I kill every opportunity I have at experiencing love.

Are these unfortunate events or subconscious homicides?

If there is a fear of the unknown and I don’t know what love is then doesn’t it make sense that I fear love?

What if love is right behind me?

What if love is in my closet?

What if love is hiding in plain sight?


I may be frozen, but your warmth may set me free…

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