I knew one day you wouldn’t be there, I told myself you didn’t care. I begged me my secrets not to share, but with you I felt it all I could bare. I gave you my mind and made you aware, my inner most thoughts I didn’t spare. Like an open book for your eyes to stare, through broken glass reflects a glare. Blinded by your smile and therefore unaware, that the you I speak of is me without air.