Colleen Brown's Blog, page 248

He keeps looking at me,and I don’t know what to do with my hands.The only thing thatmy arms...

He keeps looking at me,
and I don’t know what 
to do with my hands.
The only thing that
my arms are reaching
for is his body; I am
desperate for his touch,
for his mouth pressed
firmly against mine.
If there is anything
that I am lusting over,
it is him wanting
to be against me.
Our bodies would become
one; skin losing itself
in more skin.
Our bodies together
would create an island
that no one
would dare to explore.

I have been dreaming of the day,when you finally arrivebehind the glass door that ison the outside...

I have been dreaming of the day,
when you finally arrive
behind the glass door that is
on the outside of my home.
And with pure excitement,
I would take you inside of my arms,
and I would give you everything
that you have missed out on
for so long.

I’m even in love with your knees.

I’m even in love with your knees.

"In less than a moment,I am already admiringsomething else about you.Whether it be the waythat..."

“

In less than a moment,

I am already admiring

something else about you.

Whether it be the way

that you look at me

while I am telling you

that I love you,

or the sound you make

when you realize

that it’s about that time

that I should start

heading home.

There are so many ways

that I can tell you

that I love you,

but I usually end up

just telling you

what’s on my mind

in the exact moment

that the thoughts surface.

It’s hard to keep

everything inside,

when all I want to do

is show you how strong

your love has made me.

I am hardly able to

think in an organized

process, because whenever

I try to keep everything

together, it usually becomes

more scattered

than it was before.

”

- “On loving someone with ADHD," - Colleen Brown

You are everythingthat I have ever wanted,and you are everything that I never could findwithin...

You are everything
that I have ever wanted,
and you are everything 
that I never could find
within myself.

Patience: A feeling that Iam hardly able to recognize,because I am so busywaiting on you to tell me...

Patience: A feeling that I
am hardly able to recognize,
because I am so busy
waiting on you to tell me
how you really feel.

I still write about you,because I hope that youwill somehow find yourselfin-between my words.And...

I still write about you,
because I hope that you
will somehow find yourself
in-between my words.
And that someday
you will finally understand
the real meaning
behind my lines;
it’s not over between us,
and it never will be.

When people used toask me how the sex was,I never knewhow to respond,because what they consider to...

When people used to
ask me how the sex was,
I never knew
how to respond,
because what they
consider to be fucking,
I recognized as
creating love.

"In an attempt to rid myself of you,I have written down every confessionthat I should have shared..."

“

In an attempt to rid myself of you,

I have written down every confession

that I should have shared with you

while you were still here.

But instead, I chose to keep it all in

until long after you had been gone.

I have stained blank pages with secrets

that hold the ability to tear down

the thick walls of my heart,

and even while I work to ease

the resistance of each undeniable truth,

there are struggles remaining

that find their way onto the list of things

that I wish I could have made you understand

more thoroughly.

I have been holding onto your memory

for so long that I no longer know if you are

still here, or if it is your missing presence

that continues to linger on within in my mind.

Either way, your silhouette remains in all

the places that we once explored together;

working as one to reclaim the land as our territory,

and naming our surroundings after the love

that we had created.

And now that all the time has passed

without your love guarding me,

I am realizing that this strength inside of me

is not temporary, and is stable enough

to protect me from everything

that I once feared having to face alone.

”

- “I can save myself," Written by Colleen & Mariah

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