Colleen Brown's Blog, page 199

Stop telling methat I cannot be in pain because I wasthe one who left.I left becausethe pain...

Stop telling me

that I cannot

be in pain

because I was

the one who left.

I left because

the pain of your

neglectful presence

drove me

out of the door.

"It was selfish of me to say that you never loved me. But it was just as selfish of you to pretend..."

“It was selfish of me to say that you never loved me. But it was just as selfish of you to pretend that you ever did.”

- Small conversations, #17

I sit in the placeswhere we used toexplore each others body. I don’t know whyI do this to...

I sit in the places

where we used to

explore each

others body.

I don’t know why

I do this to myself.

I don’t know why

I set myself up

to have my heart

broken all over again.

"One of the worst feelings is when someone dismisses the way you feel by saying that isn’t right, or..."

“One of the worst feelings is when someone dismisses the way you feel by saying that isn’t right, or that’s impossible. People don’t understand how much it hurts to be brushed off. They never understand until it happens to them.”

- Small conversations, #16

I want you to touch mebecause I want to feelthe electricity of your passion surging through my...

I want you to touch me

because I want to feel

the electricity of your

passion surging through

my brittle body.

When she pressed her lips against mineI could taste all of the bitter wordsthat once filled her...

When she pressed

her lips against mine

I could taste all of

the bitter words

that once filled

her mouth with regret.

The longer our lips

were connected,

the more I could

taste all of her

past lovers promises

of never breaking

her heart, and never

questioning her

dedication.

"We love those who do not love us because we want to believe that there is hope in change. But when..."

“We love those who do not love us because we want to believe that there is hope in change. But when it comes to love, nothing can change. It’s either all or nothing. And if someone is going to treat you like you’re nothing, then you need to put your all in walking away.”

- Small conversations, #15

Go on, touch me.I want the memoryof your handsagainst my skinto burn the insideof your brain.

Go on, touch me.
I want the memory
of your hands
against my skin
to burn the inside
of your brain.

There are colors that not even I could create with my passion.

There are colors
that not even
I could create
with my passion.

I will write about youuntil my hands are bruisedand sore from the reliefof getting you out of my...

I will write about you

until my hands are bruised

and sore from the relief

of getting you out

of my mind and onto

something that cannot

feel the pain

of your absence.