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I wasn't sure who I needed to be. So I wasn't anybody. In that disconnection I think we found each other strangely. A light show appeared only for a second before fizzling out at truth's command. I was coached in being unaware but uniformity must have me in line. By way of proximity you knew me to be too chaos, too rough, too much more than what the bargain brought. I wasn't sure who I needed to be when you met me. I found myself here and there but only in clues as if my life was a detective novel and the mystery was how to keep what I haven't forgot. We made the heavens come crashing a few times I imagine when they viewed what we had spewed forth. Spitting out emotion's venom to the people who wish to get bit. It was all over our faces. I was being someone I was not just to keep you. As elaborate as I dreamed myself the lie I led was leading me to aggravation. Short conversations came and went. Idle bodies trapped our souls in birdcages when the bars were never there before. Love is a trap that we set for ourselves when we can't live alone anymore. By midnight thirty, the calls are harrowing.. Grief stricken I bled disbelief, tried counting sheep, licked my dirt encrusted fleece to see if I was still golden underneath. I believe I am somewhere under this person I'm not. I believe in a life I don't have to pretend to live and in a person that I'm not just trying to love. I wasn't sure who I needed to be.