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At the time I needed, wanted to cling, I held on to you.
How I shined, felt the sun reflected on me.
How I felt expanded, loose yet in control.
It was all of me and my transparency, unknowing of your little manipulative grip,
of how you caught me
just to hold me back and stifle me.
Back and forth.
Too heavy. Too dark.
I was then being stolen by gravity.
Even when I was falling, it felt like half of me, part by part, was still attached to you.
I know it, some pieces of me are still in your same dark corner
until the sun's warmth claims them.
Maybe, someday,
I can flow more gracefully,
then coincide with air
up with clouds again
with my other pieces up there.
And there will be no clue
-- where we met
-- where we briefly teased
-- where I was once suspended from you.