Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Waiting room

So now, my love
I wait for you to decide
if you were waiting for me
or I was just part of the ride.

I can't blame you
I hate me
I would hate me.

I love us. For the record. 

Waiting is a stressful thing
a stress which
with the irony of a scot
I managed to take out on you
and so really seal my lot.

I regret that. So. 

In the end, all it took was for the truth to be known
for me to realise
that my mistake was in taking you 
for simply home.

For you're much more,
you're potential
the heart that keeps me alive.

I've been sleeping 
in this dive and breathing
has been...hard.

I miss you.

So now, my love,
I am waiting.

With Love, Beau xx

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