love is the texture of cool whip
not the rocks you bruise me with
love is the taste of sweet honey
not making sure i think you're funny

love is a breath of fresh air - an honest cry
not revolving my life around a guy
love is a heart filled with anticipation
not constant need for validation

once we had all these good things
its strange i didn't feel them leaving
will i ever love you again?
or should i go back to freezing?