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

I miss him

that's everything.

With love, Beau xx