The awkward moment

when we're on the phone

and it feels like

I'm the last person you want to talk to...

and my problems have no justification in your mind

at all.

With Love, Beau x x

Backtrack

Tracing back through the days

trying to figure out exactly where

I lost myself

I've given myself quite the scare.

Because as I review the memories

of the last few centuries

(or so they have seemed)

I realise that yes, I am not me

but there is a possibility

that this is real.

The complexities

are really just a method of discovery.

And all this pain I have caused

in myself

and in others

might be who I am after all.

If that's the case

I really need to withdraw

and work this thing out

before I fall all over again.

Calling myself out 

(photo credit: flickr)

With love, Beau xx

Mea Culpa

We have played a game 

of reversing roles where

I have crashed into you

and hurt you.

(although I don't believe beyond repair)

I was so busy, absorbed, occupied

chasing whilst staring over my shoulder

at the you regarding me

waiting for your attack

that I didn't realise I

was putting knives in your back.

Here we are

you've taken a stand

and I miss your hand

in mine. 

And whilst they all clamour for my attention

I can feel the tension

it's in my heart

because this is the crossroad

where possibility

becomes reality

or history.

"I don't care if it's five minutes or a whole night

I just want to see you"

With love, Beau xx