Alone again, in your bed of contradictions
My hearts the only heat
Where cold words,
And cold shoulders have made their nest,
Faint memories of warm hands, warm breath, and loving words
Blow through here like the winds that wait
To push me back to where I belong
Never quite a strong as your piercing eyes,
Always drawing me back in to you.
I offer feeble resistance,
And put up only a pathetic fight
Because I helped make this bed
Now I have to sleep in it.