Today I am exhausted physically also mentally, and my toes are cold. What I wouldn't do to entangle my body with yours. You are safe. You are warm. You are starting to become like home.

Detachment is felt through every word he sends,
A forced response always on the other end.
Soon the words stop coming,
Losing interest completely in even being friends.
Left to wonder why the responses seemed so plain,
She holds herself to blame.
Was it something she did,
That made her lose this word game?

It is frightening to start something new,
When you've been through hell and back.