And now I am like this
I can say
the things I've been meaning to
the truth, or at least underlying shadows
that you hurt me, occasionally,
and that that emphasises the fact, in my mind,
that I am not good enough.
And that, sometimes, I wonder
if you know who I am
because I always act happy for you
because that is what I feel I need to do.
But then I remember the times I've been honest about the past
about my heart
how despite the scars
I love you
before I knew it to be true.
And I realise that it's more that I need
from you, rather than that the foundation isn't there.
With Love, Beau xx