It's weird how,
One day you could,
Be so close to someone,
Know everything about them.
And the next,
You know nothing,
And you can't,
Even look them,
In the eye.
To know someone,
To know everything,
There is to know,
Is a privilege.
But to lose that,
Trust they put in you,
And to become nothing,
Can tear you down,
And break your walls.
