Monday, 20 February 2012

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

Saturday, 18 February 2012


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 

Telephone en voie de disparition
(photo credit: flickr)

With love, Beau xx

Friday, 3 February 2012

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