Recluse

I’m as muted in truth as I am in emotion.

Frozen in a world where love is devotion.

Unable to grasp the concept or the notion.

For me to find love I would need a potion.

I hid from the world alone and recluse.

Hoping to someday be able to break through.

I scramble to find love in the things that I do.

Because it terrifies me to try to find love in you.