Colleen Brown's Blog, page 130
September 3, 2014
We could have been
happy if you would
have just let me
love you.
We could have been
happy if you would
have just let me
love you.
September 2, 2014
The sunset tonight was colorfully breathtaking.
The sunset tonight was colorfully breathtaking.
September 1, 2014
Even though we both knew
that this would never last,
that our version of love
was not the right...
Even though we both knew
that this would never last,
that our version of love
was not the right kind,
we still fought for it,
we still held on, we still
hoped that maybe someday
our love would mold itself
into the kind that survives.
He convinced me that I was
the only woman who could
make him believe in love,
allow him to feel it...
He convinced me that I was
the only woman who could
make him believe in love,
allow him to feel it too.
He said when he looked into
my eyes he could see
constellations that have yet
to be discovered. And I
believed him. I gave him
the fuel to keep his impossible
metaphors alive. His tongue
tasted so sincere that I
mistook his poisonous words
for a hopeful kind of forever.
August 31, 2014
Today I came hometo an empty bedand I could have swornthat before I left you were filling in the...
Today I came home
to an empty bed
and I could have sworn
that before I left
you were filling in
the space where you
always seemed
to belong.
why....... Would you take pics of your butt to put on the internet
Why…. would you care enough about what I do with my booty to take the time to message me about it..
my first booty pics
my first booty pics
"I’m filling in the empty spaces
of my heart where you once
stayed, where you used to
call home. It’s..."
of my heart where you once
stayed, where you used to
call home. It’s difficult,
but it’s working, and I can
finally say that I’m starting to
feel whole again. That I am
starting to feel like who I was
before you took up all the vacant
rooms in this vessel that is
keeping me alive. You always
felt so comfortable when you
could call my body your haven,
your escape, your home away
from home. When you left
my chamber of rhythmic beats
I wasn’t sure if I could
ever find something as spacious
as your body, or something
as calming as your presence,
but I did. And I didn’t have to
search for someone who could
someday use me as their own
personal get away. I found
that within myself, within my
own ability to heal the broken
pieces that you never got around
to fixing. I don’t need anyone
to make me feel whole like I once
needed your help doing.
I can now say that my heart
will be just fine without the help
of someone who is looking
for a home inside of another.”
- "My home is where my heart is," - Colleen Brown
"I once fell in love
with a girl whose hands
were stained in black and blue
ink from soaking her..."
with a girl whose hands
were stained in black and blue
ink from soaking her palms
in poetry lines, trying to feel
the meaning within the verses
of hopeless romantics words
to see if it was actually as
sincere as they said.
Her mouth bled out black
from trying to digest all of that
pretty. She wanted to be seen
as a sonnet of love, but only
ended up sick from falsity
that rested inside of their
so called truth. She craved
creativity, sucked on the nectar
of forgivable fruit in hopes
that she could someday
be forgiven too. But no one
ever told her how much she
would have to eat to be cleaned
of her sins, to be free
of the life that she did not
create for herself. So every
night after her mother tucked
her into her bed, she would
slip from the chain of covers
and inhale the scent of hopeful
rhymes, and imagine herself
caught between the dreams
of a better tomorrow
and a more promising
kind of poetry that had the power
to show her how beautiful
her insides really were.”
- "Her own kind of genre," - Colleen Brown
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