Memo: Mostly sadly, the Document Manager erased all the brilliant and fun formatting that went with this poem. Alas, lackaday, I have been foiled. Anyway, this is a poem about Artemis and...any human you want. The narrator is ambiguous on purpose. Enjoy!
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The mutual destruction of a Person in Motion
I.
He was the best of me,
I loved him up down sideways backwards forwards
Inside and out
He knew me
Every crack and fissure of my mind
The crevices and dark places I hid
The imprints and shadows left I behind
He held me while I fell
Let me spiral while I flew
Higher and higher and higher and HIGHER
UNTIL
I crashed
Headfirst and humbled
And then
He patiently, lovingly, painstakingly
Put me back together
Repairing damage we'd caused together
The mutual destruction of a person in motion
Still
He knew me
He loved me
Even when I stood there
Broken
A little off kilter
Teetering on the fine edge between greatness and insanity
All for the boy who
Reckoned himself something like genius
The loftiest of gods
He was the best of me.
II.
He was the worst of me.
I hated him
Inside and out
Passionately as harlequin lovers fiercely as lionesses at hunt
Truly as my own breath
He owned me
His fire-in-a-bottle eyes that burned
His clipping accent that lilted
His too long fingers forever poised
His too sharp too present too overpowering wit
Broke down all my walls like toothpicks
Let him in a breath a heartbeat a blink of a second notimeatall
He held me in his power
Only a mere human, only a delicate breakable flower of a thing
Just a child practically a child so young so fragile
And I fell
And he watched
And waited
And picked me up
And made me new
So new
Just like him
I became what he became
The shadow of an imprint of a boy who believed himself genius
So new so old
Same person new person
Together the same
Together different
Together brilliant and shining and splendor
Splendor like fairy tales and gods combined
He made such a very lonely vengeful god
And I hated him
And he made me glorious
He was the worst of me.
III.
He recreated me,
For better or for worse
Molded me a body
Breathed me a soul
Made me so very
very
New.
Picked me up
Threw me down
Gave me wings
Watched me fly
And fall
Patched the bruises
Mended the scars
Ripped them apart, made them fresh
Loved me
Tenderly gently thoroughly
all consuming love
Destroyed me
Plucked my feathers
Left me bare
For the world to see
Burned me
Too bright a star for the world to possess
Too brilliant too alluring far too real
All with my help
I didn't stop him
You can't stop a hurricane in motion a raccoon with its hand down a hole
I didn't stop him
Not one part of me wanted to
Mutual destruction of a person in motion
And then just like that
Like a mother with a new born babe
Picked me up from my own ashes
His ashes
The ashes of us both
And showed me a way out
He recreated me.
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