Colleen Brown's Blog, page 142
July 30, 2014
You want to forget about me. You want toerase everything that we had ever created together, so you...
You want to forget about me. You want to
erase everything that we had ever
created together, so you climb onto
another lover whose hands will never do
the proper justice that my hands once did.
You press your lips against their lips
in hopes of finally forgetting everything that
we had ever shared. But I can assure you
that it won’t be that easy to remove
my memory from every part of your body
because I am a permanent part
of your structure. And if you rid of me,
if you try to move the remaining pieces
of what we have left, there is no telling
what might happen to the both of us.
July 29, 2014
You didn’t love me.
You loved the thought
that there was someone
out there who has also
experienced...
You didn’t love me.
You loved the thought
that there was someone
out there who has also
experienced the kind of
hurt that you have.
But no, you didn’t love
me. Because if you did,
you would have never
put me through the pain
that you once claimed
ruined you forever.
They say that you will
always hurt the ones you
love, but that’s not love.
No, that’s...
They say that you will
always hurt the ones you
love, but that’s not love.
No, that’s just another
excuse to justify the fact
that you can hurt the ones
you love because they
will always seem to come
back to you with open arms,
and a thick slate of forgiveness.
"When I was just a young girl,
I was barley old enough to tell
the difference between love
and lust...."
I was barley old enough to tell
the difference between love
and lust. And then you came
into my world and suddenly
everything felt right, felt different,
felt whole enough to a point
where I never knew how I could
be content with loneliness.
You showed me things I never
knew existed, opened me up
until I couldn’t close myself
ever again. We spent months
inside of bliss, inside of
happiness, inside of comfortability.
But that time, and those feelings
have passed and now I am
sitting here wondering
how I could have been such
a fool. You took my indifference
between sincerity and passion
and showed me that there is
no in-between. That there is
only one feeling to be felt. And
knowing what I now know,
I know that all you felt for me was
a synthetic kind of love.
The kind that consumes you
until you finally get what you
came here for in the first place.
I saw you the other day,
you know. Your hands were
tied around another woman’s
waist, and I couldn’t help
but to wonder if she is just
another victim caught inside
your web that is made up
of pretty words and poison.
And I would call her a fool,
but if I could, I would trap
myself inside of your web
for the rest of my foolish forever.”
- "I was too hopeful to see that your love was just a trick," - Colleen Brown
July 28, 2014
I use your absence as inspirationto make the pain of it a little more bearable.
I use your absence as inspiration
to make the pain of it a little more bearable.
"When you break her heart
for the first time, don’t tell her
that you understand, that
you didn’t..."
for the first time, don’t tell her
that you understand, that
you didn’t mean to, that you
will always love her. Why?
Because you’ll be breaking
her heart all over again.
She’ll use your synthetic sympathy
as a crutch, see it as a sign
that you might return someday.
Don’t do that to her, not again.
Don’t make her believe that
there is still a chance, because
you know as well as I do
that there is no fighting chance.
That there are no regrets
lining the walls of your heart.
You broke her into two. So please,
leave her alone to mend
the pain, to fill the emptiness,
to start over without you
in the hopeful parts of her heart.”
- "Let her start over without starting with you," - Colleen Brown
She was afraid, timid
of handing out her affections
to anyone who smiled
her way. You can’t...
She was afraid, timid
of handing out her affections
to anyone who smiled
her way. You can’t blame
her though. If you look
in the files of her past you
will see how many heartbreaks
that she has endured. How
many times she has had to
pick up of the pieces of her
own trust. So don’t take
your anger out on her when
she says that she is not
ready to give out her love
just yet. You would be just as
cautious if you’ve been through
half of what her heart has.
July 27, 2014
at least the sky has finally made up its mind
at least the sky has finally made up its mind
Forgive my handsfor they havegotten too familiarwith loneliness,and can only holdon for so...
Forgive my hands
for they have
gotten too familiar
with loneliness,
and can only hold
on for so long.
Forgive my lips
for they have not
felt the feeling
of passion and
forget how to
make you remember.
Forgive my eyes
for they have
seen too many
tragedies, and cannot
seem to erase
the haunting memories.
Forgive my limbs
for they have not
belonged to someone
who took the time
to remember their
unforgettable experiences.
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