The precipice

I can see it

I can see the end

I can see the edge

I'm falling over it

And you're not stopping me.

For a moment it feels

as though

(as I'm wrapped in caring arms)

that you don't want to see my end.

But that stops

because I'm still scared

that you'll be gone

come morning sun.

I don't know when I'll feel ok again.

With love, Beau xx

He is the place

that I run away to

and yearn for

and daydream about.

I'm strong

I am

but I need to be weak

when I am there.

Because I'm only being honest

if I show my weakness too. 

But honesty, weakness, vulnerability

that's a terrifying thing...

and now I've really taken the risk.

With love, Beau xx

Call

Tonight

you didn't make me feel better.

Tonight

you made me worry more.

Tonight

you made me feel guilty

for having feelings at all.

With love, Beau xx