To Artemis

Perhaps one day you will see you and I as reflections in the water; not quite the same but very close. He took you in, loved you, used you, dropped you and left. You took me in, loved me, used me, and after I messed up, you dropped me and left. This screw just digs deeper and deeper into the wood we call life, and it seems there will be no end until the wood is split. Love is blind, and through this darkness we see the truly dim light.