Before the Freeze

We have been through a lot, me and you, and I keep thinking about where our friendship began, side one of those two faces that you have used to keep me still in one way or another, frozen in fear or burning up with the flames of desire, and the more I think the more I wish I saw that red mask of anger, face with frowns, deep creases in the corners of your eyes, the more I wish I saw past that cool, ultra smooth you, saw past that blue as a soft kindness, and recognized it as the ice cold shell of your being as who you are, but I had heard it all before, I mean what the others all said, and I hoped I could be the one to get through; wanted to use my love to put some warmth somewhere in you, but you put it in me, cold hearted being with every thrust, the chill of lust taking over the heat of love, snuffing out reality and experiencing euphoria before the freeze.