Colleen Brown's Blog, page 194
April 5, 2014
You don’t know me,you never have,and you never will.My heart will alwaysbe a territorythat is...
You don’t know me,
you never have,
and you never will.
My heart will always
be a territory
that is closed off
for people like you.
People who believe
that using cruelty
and making love
to others will be
the thing that will
make me see that you
were always
supposed to belong
to me.
You can tell methat you no longer want me, and that my absence is something that you haveonly grown...
You can tell me
that you no longer
want me, and that my
absence is something
that you have
only grown from.
You can tell the boy
with a cigarette
dangling from his lips
that his skin
is the only texture
that you ever want
to feel upon yours.
But no matter
how many times
you tell me that you
no longer love me,
and that the feelings
you once had for me
have disappeared
along with my presence,
I will never believe you.
Because unlike him,
I was there on that night
where your walls
were completely torn down,
and when your hands
had a mind of their own,
and wouldn’t stop
at anything to explore me.
April 4, 2014
"For my own sake,
and the sake of the woman
who lives on the other side
of your bed, I am going..."
and the sake of the woman
who lives on the other side
of your bed, I am going to
stop loving you.
When you touched me
for the first time,
I could feel all
of the promises you told
her you would keep.
When you looked at me
with thirsty eyes,
you broke one.
When you told me
you would rather it
be me making breakfast
and then the bed,
you broke two in one thought.
You don’t have to
press your passionate lips
to my mouth for it to be
the only way of you
deceiving her heart.
Just wishing that I
were on the other side
of the couch is enough
to do the proper damage.”
- "The other unknown woman," - Colleen Brown
"On a night like all the other nights,
she leans in, mouth stained red with wine, and whispers
“You..."
she leans in, mouth stained red with wine, and whispers
“You know it’s always been you, right?”
Then she wants to kiss.
Then she wants to talk about love like it
isn’t a promise to you, and you let her,
because you’re lonely and you’ve only ever been hungry for this.
On a night like all the other nights,
she goes home with him, instead.
She messes up his sheets and wakes
up tangled in him like ivy growing up the side of a house, and it isn’t you.
You realize it’s never going to be you.
Remember what she sounds like when
she tells you she loves you,
when she wipes her nose with shaking hands and says you’re the only woman, the only soft she ever wants to sink her hands into.
Find the lie and hold it between
your teeth like a grenade pin.
Go home alone and pick the shrapnel
out of your chest.
How can you do it?
How can you love her when she takes it all out of you and keeps it?
Oh, but you do, on the nights like all the other nights,
on the mornings when
she wakes up and kisses him honest.
You will always be waiting for her,
like a train that never comes,
a phone that never rings,
a hand that never holds,
and nothing will ever feel more
extraordinary.”
- Caitlyn Siehl, Waiting
I wanted you
to love me.
I never asked
you to save me.
I wanted you
to love me.
I never asked
you to save me.
"My love for you is slowly plummeting into the ground. And by this point, I don’t think there is..."
- Small conversations, #23
I REALLY WANT TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, AND AFTER WE'RE DONE…..I'LL MAKE YOU SOME TEA.
I AM LAUGHING SO HARD FOR SO MANY REASONS BECAUSE THIS WAS SO AGGRESSIVE BUT THEN YOU SAID YOU WOULD MAKE ME TEA SO IT ENDED ON A SWEET NOTE BUT OH MY GOSH. YOU ARE SO PASSIONATE.
I imagine you out there
on a crowded street,
drunk, and looking for
any way to rid of my memory
from...
I imagine you out there
on a crowded street,
drunk, and looking for
any way to rid of my memory
from your mind, your heart,
your worn out skin.
But let me tell you, baby,
that no one wants to be
the thing that temporarily
fills the void in your chest.
And even if that beautiful boy
was able to whisper promises
of healing in your ear,
he will have already forgotten
your name, and what it is
that he came over for,
by the morning.
When I call you beautifulI am not only complimentingon how you look, but what’s onthe inside...
When I call you beautiful
I am not only complimenting
on how you look, but what’s on
the inside of your mind,
your hands, your body,
and how you are able to hold
so much of the world
on your shoulders without
letting it weigh you down.
So when I call you beautiful
don’t think that I am only
complimenting on how you look
today, or everyday of the week,
but remember that what I am
trying to say is so much more
than the word itself.
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