I know you I observe you I see you glance, ignore, set down your phone your instrument of connection I see you evade certain conversations I know your game, your technique I know you I donβt know however, why you tell me things of great magnitude if you know me and how they resonate and stick with me Iβve confided in you my most vulnerable moments you had a spotlight shining on my every detail and used it against me my skin made of braille I know youβre not conniving, just thriving for the human experience but I ask, will you think with your heart and save room for a fresh start rather ******* **** romances for the last bit of bitterness when itβs nothing sweet to me or you?