Colleen Brown's Blog, page 260

Typewriter series: #11

Typewriter series: #11

My head - You no longer love her.She was always, and will always bea distant memory. You don’t...

My head - You no longer love her.
She was always, and will always be
a distant memory. You don’t miss her
as much as your heart tells you
that you do. You just miss the way
that she used to touch you
when she needed you the most.
But you don’t need her.
You never have, and you never will.
Her absence is what is aching
in your bones; not her love.
But don’t let me mislead you.
She did love you, and every part
of your body knows it. It’s just hard
to accept that when you know
that she is gone, and is never
going to come back. But you will
feel whole again. I can promise
you that. She is just a figment
of your vivid imagination.
You will love again.

My heart - Without her, you will
never be able to breath properly.
Go find her. Tell her you love her.
Tell her you need her, because you do.
Don’t let her go until you know
that she understands that without her
you will never be able to live life
to the fullest. Don’t settle for anyone
or anything besides her. You love her,
you know you do. You are aching
without her touch. I can feel it
on your skin. You will never be
the same until she returns. Don’t let
anyone, or anything tell you otherwise.
She is the reason you are here.
The only way you will ever
feel as if you are complete
is if she is by your side.
So go. Go and find her,
and don’t let her go
until she knows that without her, 
you will never be
who she once loved so much.

Typewriter series: #10

Typewriter series: #10

I want you to touch mein the way that I havenever been touched.I want the warmthof your young...

I want you to touch me
in the way that I have
never been touched.
I want the warmth
of your young skin
pressed against mine
so we can both find out
how it really feels
to be addicted to
someones embrace.

Typewriter series: #9

Typewriter series: #9

i don’t like my writing as of late. it’s just getting mediocre and repetitive and i need...

i don’t like my writing as of late. it’s just getting mediocre and repetitive and i need some inspiration. i need touch. i need to smoke a joint underneath the moon and i need to finally meet her. i feel drained. i know my words will find their way to me but i don’t want to force them. they deserve to take their time. they’ve done so much for me and the least i could do for them is give them my patience. it’s a phase. it’s all a phase. everything we do and will do. it’s all a phase. but you weren’t a phase for me but sometimes i think i was just an experiment to you. i’m not sad anymore. not even slightly. i am so happy and i think happiness turns my words into little bugs with big wings and makes them fly away from me until they think its time to come back and aid to me. but i want them to stay with me and i want us to work it all out with each other. i want kisses, cigarettes, and time. i want lots and lots of time.

I want youto love meas much as Ilove you,but that issomething thatI knowwill nevercome true.

I want you
to love me
as much as I
love you,
but that is
something that
I know
will never
come true.

"I pushed back all of the memoriesthat you and I once lived through together,like the moments when..."

“

I pushed back all of the memories

that you and I once lived through together,

like the moments when we felt like

we were infinitely in love.

But now it seems as though everything

that we once built no longer has the strength

to stand up on its own. All that remains is a

disaster that is just waiting to be acknowledged

in utter disbelief.

Some used to compare our love to an accident,

but I believed we lived like a tattered situation.

One that was built on a base of too many words

that were shared between people

that never had the ability to explain themselves

without skipping over the important details,

like where they started to go wrong,

or how they managed to live through

the shocking reality of heartache.

You once said to me

that our feelings for each other

had been more fatal than any disease,

and more dangerous than any weapon.

And as I go back to read the pages

of the story that we had created together,

I finally discover words that went unnoticed,

and roads that have remained

too foreign to be able to navigate through.

I understand now that there is

no map precise enough to help guide us

to the destinations we desire.

This path is cautiously paved in

misconceptions and misunderstandings,

and with each step, I find myself closer

to the discovery that this love of ours

was never going to be a story

that was intended to end happily.

”

- “Our love is like a natural disaster," Written by Colleen & Mariah

Our love ending was your fault.You should have just told methat your heart couldn’t bearthe...

Our love ending was your fault.
You should have just told me
that your heart couldn’t bear
the thought of knowing
that it would become
no longer alone.
But instead you made me think
that everything inside of you
had finally come to terms
with accepting me
as your forever.

I trust that you won’t try to make a fool out of me.And a mockery out of my love.My...

I trust that you won’t try to make a fool out of me.
And a mockery out of my love.
My perspective has rapidly changed,
and you should never put all the blame
on someone who just wants to see
through your point of view.

We weren’t always like this.
In the beginning you hung my feelings up high,
and made not only me,
but everyone around us feel as if
what we had was something rare.

Our love started diminishing
when you emptied out all your thoughts for me;
your mindset spread out on the kitchen table.
It wasn’t the way you really felt
that made me believe that you never actually cared.
It was the way you looked
when you told me that your heart
could never belong to just me.