Windows so thin, the ice outside is in your veins. I saw it in the way you wouldn't look at me. I recognized it in the answer you gave when you refused to speak to me. You used to say they can't ignore you if you don't give them anything to ignore.

I am still shaking from the last time I tried to warm you up. I wasn't prepared for your frigid stares, I didn't know I could feel so distant from someone I grew so close to. You felt like home until one day I found all the doors locked and realized I never recieved a key.

Clouds so thick, you forgot the sun could shine. Even if it did you would miss it, still hiding from reality in your bed and in your head. You thought you were just sleeping in on the anxiety but I haven't seen you in weeks. You are a stranger to even yourself these days.

Maybe you were right. Maybe you called it when you said I was scared of moving forward. Maybe that's why I still put off buying that **** car. Because I know if I do, I'll find myself packing a bag and running from all the things that used to hold me to this place. I have no reason to stay put.