That day. You cancelled out all the gimmicks all the musical notes the laughter you stood with me on solid ground and stripped everything to its bone so that I could see its mettle. Or was it my own mettle? What did I see? How proud did i feel? Or was it shame? Why are opposite emotions always next to each other? Why does humiliation turn me on the same way elaton does? Why does disappointment make me breathe slowly and deeply the same way that death does or unimaginable triumph? Do I have a paucity of emotions to feel or do I have too many?
Was it you who did it with me? Or was it me who did it with me while you stood and watched?
Sometimes it is difficult to tell.