Colleen Brown's Blog, page 231

I didn’t want her to leave,but I knew that she had to go.Somewhere between the glassesof red...

I didn’t want her to leave,
but I knew that she had to go.
Somewhere between the glasses
of red wine and the silent moments
of limbs connecting underneath sheets
is when I realized that her body
would be the only body that I would
ever want to explore by touch.
When she whispers my name,
I can hear comfort in her voice.
I feel longing when my hands
are pressed against hers.
I never want her to leave my side.
When she tells me that she
has to go back, I wish that she
would build walls of safety
with the lining of my heart.
So that way when she says
that she has to go home,
she could retreat into my core;
always remaining as a part of me.

Months have gone by without youhere, and I’m finally starting to ask myselfif waiting around...

Months have gone by without you
here, and I’m finally starting to ask myself
if waiting around for you to return 
the feelings of the love that I have given you
is actually going to be worth it.
Even if it isn’t, I know that I will
still find myself keeping the doors
unlocked in hopes of you someday
returning home. But this isn’t
your home anymore, and it hasn’t been
for some time.

I’m still trying to become familiar
with the sound of silence; even if you
haven’t been here in what feels like
an eternity. I’m still not used to
turning over in the middle of the night
facing an empty bedside. But sooner
or later I’m going to have to learn
how to do this own my own.
Because what’s the point of doing
everything that we once did together
if you are never coming back.

"I know the words are hangingon the tip of your tongue.I just wish that the courageyou showed to..."

“I know the words are hanging

on the tip of your tongue.

I just wish that the courage

you showed to me when you

finally admitted your feelings

that you always had for me

could be pushed upon

your parents. I want to tell you

that it’s true about what

they say; no matter what happens,

your parents will always love you.

But that’s not the case anymore,

and I wish that I could tell you

it is, but unlike them, I won’t

lie to you. I won’t sugarcoat

the future, because I know

that you aren’t too favorable

of sweets. So instead, I’ll be

your backbone. I will support

your knees when they buckle

from rejection. I can’t promise

that why will always love you,

but I can cross my heart that I

always will. And shouldn’t that

be enough for you to spill

the truth? My home and my heart

will always be open to you.

So if your parents decide to close

the doors on the life that you

once had, and the life you could

possess, remember that I will

never lock the door. Remember

that no matter what happens

to us, I will always love you.

And I think that should be enough

strength for you to take on

any amount of force. Even if

that force was the one that

brought you into this world,

and more importantly,

the force that brought you

into my life, and into my arms.”

- “To the girl who can’t seem to tell her parents about our love," - Colleen Brown

Please post some more poetry about loving someone who does not love you back? I find comfort in your poems. Because I love someone who too does not care that i exist...

When I get home, I will write a poem specifically for you. If you could, if you want, personally message me or reply to this so I know who you are so I can tag you in the post.

There is a place for people like you, and it is a wonderful place. I hope you can one day walk down the path, up to the door- and when it opens for you, I hope you can step in and breathe out the breath you have been holding for a long while. I hope it fee

Your words feel like home. The comfort I find in your sincerity feels safe. You are a wonderful person. I hope you know that this beautiful place you are talking about, you belong there as well. If I ever make it to this place, I hope to be holding your hand on my way there.

I’ve grown tired of missing you so much.So this year I will learn how to missmyself when I was...

I’ve grown tired of missing you so much.
So this year I will learn how to miss
myself when I was completely free
of this feeling that you consider love,
and what I consider to be misery.

I’ve been waiting for the momentwhere you come back homeand tell me that everythingyou said...

I’ve been waiting for the moment
where you come back home
and tell me that everything
you said about regret wasn’t true,
and that you even regret
using that word so truthfully.
I would tell you that it’s fine,
that it doesn’t matter what you did
or what you do, but as long
as you keep coming back to me,
I will forgive you for all of your sins.
But I already know that if I
am waiting for this moment 
to happen, than I’ll be waiting
for a long time. Because even if
you did tell me that you
didn’t mean what you said
when tensions were high,
you still wouldn’t come back.
Because even if you did,
you would no longer be
the person I once loved so much.

"I walk around my home and Ilook at the places that you and Icreated memories in. The..."

“I walk around my home and I

look at the places that you and I

created memories in. The bathroom,

where you took me by my waist

and told me that the distance

that has been put between us

could never actually tear us apart.

I run my fingers along the kitchen

counter and I remember when you

took me in your arms, put me

on the table, and kissed my skin

until it was stained with the print

of your lips. I look at these places

in my home, and I am reminded

of you. If only what you said

was true, and that the miles

that were put between us

couldn’t actually do us any harm.

Months have passed since you

went back to your own home,

and I envious with the fact that you

are able to walk around freely without

the slightest recollection of these

thoughts that keep me up

at night; wishing that you were

back in my bed, making more

memories that would leave me

feeling restless and uncomfortable

within the walls of my own safety net.”

- “Ever since you said goodbye, I no longer feel safe within my own home," - Colleen Brown

You will always bethe only person whois able to make mefeel like there isnothing to lookforward to...

You will always be
the only person who
is able to make me
feel like there is
nothing to look
forward to until you
are back in my arms.

my 10 year old sister wants to kill herself and im scared

If you are able to, hold your 10 year old sister tonight. Allow her to feel as if your arms are a safety net, and it’s something that will never abandon her. Tell her that life hasn’t even started yet. Tell her that life isn’t even on the track yet. That life is still sitting on the bleachers waiting for its turn. You should tell her that beauty isn’t measured in body size, and that happiness isn’t measured in how many people you can get to fall in love with you. Remind her that you will always be there for her. That you are going to be the one thing that she will always be able to rely on. Let her know that her words will be remembered one day, but they will not be thought of if she isn’t going to be around long enough for others to listen to. Make sure you tell her that all this pain will someday be over. That this pain is just temporary, and the love that she will hold one day will be everlasting. Make sure you tell her you love her. Show her you love her. Your love will be the thing that will keep her strong; the thing that will save her in these times of needing an understanding hand. Tell your sister that this isn’t the end. Tell her that the end will only be near when she won’t see it coming. That when it’s the end, she will be happy. So if she isn’t happy, it isn’t the end. Tell her that until she can recite it to herself in her sleep.