Sitting in my car
Publix sandwich on my lap
Snow Patrol on the stereo
Or the Fray
They always spoke to me in those moments
Those moments were I was a girl of unrequited love
Hoping one day you would find me
-b.e.
Aviation
Waterfall of pink
Over cool rocks of ice
Sweet taste of summer
Splash of bitter notes
All for my benefit or detriment
A few hours worth of numbness
an evening’s full of peace
-b.e.
Who I Am
i am not limited by your perception of me
i am who i am
and it’s taken me a long time to figure that out
to learn what is me
and what was forced on me by you
what was carved into me by you
it’s been painful
to peel back each layer
to question what i thought was myself
and find out that it’s not
to discover me
the pure unadulterated version of who i am
for that i will be forever grateful
-b.e.
Censored
I’m done censoring my thoughts
I will no longer explain myself to make you feel better
I said what I said.
Anything after that is on you.
-b.e.
Where is Home
When you ask me about the house I grew up in,
I’ll ask you which one and where
The perks of a military child.
Seven houses by the time I was 15. All the same in walls and doors
A place to call home at the end of the day
But which one really is home? I’ll never know
For that moment in time they were where my heart resided
But even now when they say “you can always go home”
I can’t
It’s not home anymore not as it once was.
I’ve grown and time has changed me
It’s just a house I used to live in now.
-b.e.
I can be the villain
If that’s what you need me to be
If that’s how you need to see me
In order to live with yourself
loose edges
anger and sadness
weaved into a complex fabric
draped across my heart
frayed loose threads
just waiting to be pulled
Silence
today words come out better on paper than out of my mouth
a mood where i know speaking will only make it worse
a day i know that the silence is better
Darkness
Sometimes I wonder how much easier things would be if I had only asked for help how much hurt could have been avoided how much love could have been shared instead spent wandering around in the dark and not asking for a light
M
It should have been you.
But it wasn’t.
And now I’m mourning a relationship that never existed.
-b.e.
b.e. poetry: A place for my words 