blasphemy

You're cold.
You're treating me like I'm a stranger.
There's too much space between us.
You taking me for a ride?
You lied.
You're taking my presence for granted.
You refuse to shed light, even some, on what's taking place.
You're behaviour is making me feel out of sorts.
You don't even try.
What happened?

Say it to my face. Freaking say it in my face.