Me for Me
For me,
a knee knelt toward sobriety
bone to ground,
will to silence.
For me, for you, for us.
For me,
I slew my ego
and lay it down beside me,
still warm, no longer ruling.
For us,
I became calm like water learns to be
not weak,
just no longer fighting the shore.
For us,
I learned what gentle means
when strength chooses quiet.
For us,
I learned to love you
in a way the world never rehearsed.
For you,
I ran to cuddle,
not to escape.
For you,
I sat to be close,
not to conquer.
For you,
I saw a partner,
not a reflection,
not a prize.
For me,
I tried everything
and failed at one thing only.
For me,
I failed at lust.
For me,
I look at my lust with disgust
a hunger that pretends to be love.
For this monster,
I failed to slay it for you.
For I am consumed by it,
and still,
this monster
is the way I love.
So for me,
for you,
for us,
this is a poem
from a monster
trying to run from himself
and learning
he must walk instead.