icebox

i'm petrified, frozen in my ability to speak truth.
if only you could hear my thoughts, you would hear
love a thousand times a thousand times. but these
delicate situations have me situated in a cold place.
standing on the surface level, which is like thin ice,
i see that you are drowning just beneath the clear floor.
and every time i try to break through, 'wisdom' whispers
to me "just keep your cool" and i remain a bystander.
never wanting trouble to the highest degree so i just
leave everything at absolute zero.