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Artemis Jul 2019
I don’t want to talk about love I want to talk about the shields you’ve used since preschool to defend yourself
What habits were you forced to create from such a young age you will only recognize them for what they are if you get called out on it
I want to discuss the weapons hanging on your wall I want to know why you depict cutting your brother out of your life with a ****** iron pipe
Why does your hand race to your hip searching for a holstered handgun whenever someone says the word “father” and who was the one they found dead at the scene
Maybe instead we should talk about the security system you’ve been so intent on keeping running from sheer willpower and why you feel like you need to be watched so closely
Darling love feels like learning all of these things so that we can put them all away without your lungs sealing themselves shut
It can make you sick like you’ve been caught in the middle of a tornado that you knew was coming but still caught you off guard
That moment after you hand over the keys you’ve guarded so closely for years with shaking hands until theirs close over yours and their lips meet your forehead
It’s the grove you find after those moments where you rest your head on its softest grass with morning dew clinging to your hair
But first we lock away the weapons
You don’t need them anymore
~W.C.
Artemis Jul 2019
It is necessary for you to understand that when I ask you for your favorite season that’s not what I’m asking you
I’m asking you what part of life has stuck with you the most and where you were the most comfortable
Were your summers like being high on life where nothing could go wrong and bring you any lower than you were in those moments
Do you remember the fall when you started growing up when you learned things can and do go wrong
But it’s not all bad because there is still beauty here if you look closely enough
I’ll always remember you holding on to that
What about the winter your lowest of lows you told me
A pain that lodged itself in your back and refuses to leave you like the warmth did
No matter how much you screamed at God to make it disappear it never did
Could you say you live for the spring when things are getting better and you can start to breathe again
You made it through with nothing but a few new scars you don’t remember getting but it’s ok the flowers are growing again
So when I ask what your favorite season is please think carefully about where you’ve been and what feels like home
~W.C.
Artemis Jun 2019
Would you cry at a funeral for someone you didn’t know
Is it enough for you to feel the weight of the room on your shoulders
Could you bear to stand the sight of deaths ugly hand reaching from the casket
Does it scare you less knowing the face is unfamiliar to you
Everyone has something to say tonight
But most of them won’t be able to pass the roadblocks that have been constructed in their throats
Funeral homes have always made me uneasy
I don’t understand why they try to make them feel welcoming
It’s nothing but a waste of time
Everyone who walks in is just wondering when they’ll return again and where they’ll be sitting
I know I’m selfish but I can’t help but think that when my time comes
Who would I expect to stand up and speak in my memory
Would I even be worth the time or will I simply be planted and forgotten
Maybe this feels more familiar than I thought
I won’t hold my breath thinking I’m getting close to home
They say you wouldn’t recognize yourself outside of a mirror
But I’m still confused as to why I keep hearing my name
~W.C.
Artemis May 2019
It’s been awhile since I felt like I had anything to give
Most days I’m so tired and drained
Words have been thin and dry
Frantically running up my throat for so long
I guess I should’ve known this was coming
And I think to myself
You should’ve done better than that
When your time was on the line you sat back and wasted what you had
I’m not straightening welcome mats anymore
It’s been askew for years now and eventually I just gave up
But that’s just like me to give up just because I can’t win
And to some people that won’t seem grand or majestic
It’ll sound like the logical sane thing to do when there is no victory to be had
But I’ve always been one to fight for the sake of what I believe
So what if I’m losing another part of me
I’m so tired of being afraid so I’ll turn it around instead and ask a different question
Because here I am comforting an old friend
Words are coming to me
Not like they used to but dripping slowly
What if it’s all coming back and I can feel like myself again
Maybe I should be scared of that too
~W.C.
Artemis Nov 2015
How many times are you supposed to give someone a chance before you stop wasting time
I've been looking for answers to all these questions like why you painted your room black to keep the shadows out
Like why you burned everything if you didn't have every intention of leaving everything the way it was
You pushed me away and locked me out for two weeks and If I had waited any longer I would have died
I would have bleed out on your doorstep and the last thing I ever wanted was for my blood to stain your home
But if I leave you with anything at all let it be that you were wrong when you said everyone always leaves
We could have talked but I know you've been tired of fighting for so long and there is nothing I can do for you
I can't be left for so long on such unstable ground without putting my own life in imminent danger
And if I'm telling the truth it wouldn't have deterred me in the slightest if I had just one sign you would do the same
You never knew me any differently than anyone else and I gave you every chance
If you had wanted it you would have taken it but there was always someone else for you
But the worst part was that when there wasn't you had me and I can't live like that
They say not to make homes out of people but it would have been better to be your home than to be your hotel room
I want you to wake up with a smile on your face again because you know everything is better
But it will have to be somewhere else because you never let me come close to you
*~W.C.
Artemis Nov 2015
When I was eight years old I dropped my pencil and managed to put it through my left foot
Thats how I learned to sit still and dive into my own head instead of the outside world
I came to the conclusion that anything outside my eyelids was dangerous
So when I seem reserved please don't hold it against me I just feel like I need to protect myself
I have plenty of scars now but most of them don't show easily and I guess I should apologize for it
The next year I injured myself learning to ride a bike something I had never had any interest in
That was the day I learned not to try so hard for things I don't care about
When I was seventeen I met a girl who told me to never hug with one arm because it was half-hearted
Over the next year she became very dear to me but it didn't last nearly as long as either of us hoped
But you can only wear a mask for so long without suffocating yourself but that is what she learned
I was just tired of getting sick from the lies she spoon fed me calling it medicine
That was also the year I learned that I am not responsible for anyone else's actions but my own
When I was eighteen I went to college and experienced the entire twelve year school experience in three years
I never understood culture shock until I was alone surrounded by loud people who didn't think the same as me
I met them both in college but they seemed to be one person and I think that was just to make up for lost time
But truth be told that was time I could have lived having lost I'm still trying to drown out the bitter taste of regret
That was how I learned you could give too much of yourself and I knew I was right to say the world was dangerous
I learned how three am felt and the cold gaze of the stars that scared sleep away became all to familiar
Soon it became clear that not everyone loves or feels love in the same way
And the only relief I could find was driving down the highway only lit by the cars that couldn't sleep
When I was twenty-one I graduated from college with what I imagined to be a useless degree and I was vexed
Infuriated at the idea that I had spent so much time and money on something that would never benefit me
No matter what angle I looked at things I could not see the wisdom in this decision but I was also a fool
I got a new job that I would not have been prepared for without my time at school
Here I am an anomaly that no one seems to understand and thats okay because ultimately this is what I need to be
We don't happen by chance that has never been the way anything works
I know this because things are better now and I'm starting to question validity of death
*~W.C.
Artemis Nov 2015
I find myself straightening out the welcome mat and making sure the door is unlocked
Dusting the stairs and changing the sheets on the bed everyday
Painting the walls fresh in dark green in hopes that it feels safe for you to come home to
I've always been told to prepare for the things I want and I swear we'll be closer one day
Tracing each others fingertips with our lips and learning the nuances of our voices woven together
We could be like oceans falling into each other and scientists can argue where we begin and end
Tie little memories you have of me to your feet like shadows that engulf the entire room at night
You can be my sun and I'll be your moon waiting to be eclipsed with you
Forgive me when I stumble over my words I just want to tell you everything
I know it will all come out too fast I hope you understand
While I will continue to shake violently I'm ok now I can live with this
The door is unlocked and I'll leave the lights on for you
You're free to come and go as you please as long as you know you can call this home
We can stay up all night holding cups of coffee just to enjoy the smell
I think I could start to associate some other feeling with it if I tried
When it starts to rain I hope this is the first place you think of even if you can't arrive just yet
Just picture those lights and know you can come inside when you're ready
*~W.C.
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