Sizzle and Fizzle...

I said I loved you years ago, but love tends to sizzle and then fizzle like a burning log at the end of a winter's night. So, I brace my knees and make myself heavy preparing for the tackle. You cant be blindsided from the left side if you embrace the attack. So I stand here waiting for the blow, allowing my heart to disappear and hide like a lost child who's scared of the real world.




xoxo