For you, me

For you, for me.

I turned the binds over myself,
tied the knots,
built the castle walls,
they protect you as if I'm an army,
made without will
but call and duty,
I made you -
bore you from my body,
created the importance of your design.
I was born on a Friday,
and you were born on a Friday -
the feeding, bathing,
sleeping, rising,
holding, teaching,
modelling.

I ride the desert plains
without clear location,
it's dizzying and vast -
following your lead
and I don't regret a moment -
no shield comes down,
no restriction unwinds,
I burn it off, sometimes,
I'll admit -
head to a bar,
or the biscuit tin,
or the book
and lose myself
for an hour or two -
See
who I used to be
before this became
my all-important life -

listen to music
so loud these eardrums
exit this galaxy,
so loud that smiling
lights up a night
and sing
as if I'm someone else,
but only,
only ever
to continue being my best for you
and so
when I feel brash guilt
for making change or decision,
knowing I could be wrong,
endeavouring to ensure your future,
I'll make those choices,
passionately
- devout.

All I've ever needed
was to give another
the youth I would have wanted
when I was small,
when it seemed like it'd be
forever.