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…