You're Not Doing Me Any Favours

It is the week that has gone by
That has made my mind in it's current state
And the lack of response
To the words that I thought you would appreciate
As well as the silence from your resting fingers
And the ignorance that you have shown for my feelings
What changed?
Was it something I did or said or that you're afraid will do?
Is it something that sits and ponders over thoughts hovering over you?
Is it, perhaps, the changing weather and the parallel effect on your personality?
Or is it simply just me?
Tell the truth; I expect nothing less
Give it to me stark
The only thing I would hate is for your voice to be emotionless