Colleen Brown's Blog, page 76
June 7, 2015
"There is a lot of strength in being able to let go, walk away and move on without the slightest bit..."
“There is a lot of strength in being able to let go, walk away and move on without the slightest bit of regret of grief. I’ve always envied those people. Not that I can’t do it myself, but for the fact that they can remove those memories from their mind and replace them with new moments of love and life fully knowing that’s what they have always deserved.”
- CB
- CB
June 6, 2015
losing myself in the clouds
losing myself in the clouds
"We were smoking cigarettes
with weed at the end on the front lawn
one afternoon last summer.
I’ll..."
“We were smoking cigarettes
with weed at the end on the front lawn
one afternoon last summer.
I’ll never forget your glossy eyes
or the way the words came from
your lips when you told me that you
wished it could always be like this.
The summer of being invincible
you say now. The summer
when I realized how much I do
really love you, I say to myself.
You were the first person
to ever make me feel alive,
to ever make me feel comfortable
with being inside of a body
that I did not pick out myself.
That day, last summer, with your elbows
matching the color of your cheeks;
light pink like the sky before it faded
into a black blank space
that only the stars could find a home in.
That summer, that moment,
that memory of when I knew
that I finally found someone
who was worth writing about.”
- “That summer,” - Colleen Brown
with weed at the end on the front lawn
one afternoon last summer.
I’ll never forget your glossy eyes
or the way the words came from
your lips when you told me that you
wished it could always be like this.
The summer of being invincible
you say now. The summer
when I realized how much I do
really love you, I say to myself.
You were the first person
to ever make me feel alive,
to ever make me feel comfortable
with being inside of a body
that I did not pick out myself.
That day, last summer, with your elbows
matching the color of your cheeks;
light pink like the sky before it faded
into a black blank space
that only the stars could find a home in.
That summer, that moment,
that memory of when I knew
that I finally found someone
who was worth writing about.”
- “That summer,” - Colleen Brown
"I’m thinking about all the ways
that we could make this work,
and I’m trying, I promise I’m..."
“I’m thinking about all the ways
that we could make this work,
and I’m trying, I promise I’m trying.
But I keep coming up blank.
I keep trying to fill in these spaces
with love but all that I seem to be
writing down is false hope.
All I seem to be doing
is trying to convince myself
that somewhere between
these lines there is a chance
for us. That there is some way
that we could keep this going.”
- CB
that we could make this work,
and I’m trying, I promise I’m trying.
But I keep coming up blank.
I keep trying to fill in these spaces
with love but all that I seem to be
writing down is false hope.
All I seem to be doing
is trying to convince myself
that somewhere between
these lines there is a chance
for us. That there is some way
that we could keep this going.”
- CB
how do you make a long distance relationship work? im scared haha
You just have to know that the person you are with / the person who you are waiting for is waiting for you to. That you both wouldn’t jeopardize your relationship for anything because you both mean too much to each other for that. It’s all about trust and patience. It’s all about knowing that it’s worth it because soon you’ll be with each other again or for the first time. Don’t be afraid, love. If it’s supposed to be something, or meant to be anything, it will be. Just take your time and don’t let your heart bend or break for anyone or anything that you are not ready for.
June 5, 2015
Finding my way back into your arms.
Finding my way back into your arms.
June 4, 2015
"I don’t think about you anymore.
And I know that writing this
is only fueling my memory by being
set..."
“I don’t think about you anymore.
And I know that writing this
is only fueling my memory by being
set on you, but I have to do this for myself,
and a part of me feels like I need to
do this for you too. I know that it sounds
cliche to say that I will always love you,
but you should know that I’ve always
been a metaphoric fuck, so I will
always love you. My heart just isn’t full
of you anymore. I emptied your promises
from my vessel long ago and instead
of throwing them out, I sealed them
into an envelope addressed to you.
I know how much you’ve always loved
getting mail, seeming important,
having your family see a secret only for you
folded up into a square. So here it is,
your last secret from me, and I hope this one
isn’t one that you hold above a flame
of regret. Because I want you to keep
this one always. I want you to know
how I will always love you but in the end
I will never be fooled into thinking
that you were really the one
who was supposed to be here.”
- “There is something in the mail for you,” - CB
And I know that writing this
is only fueling my memory by being
set on you, but I have to do this for myself,
and a part of me feels like I need to
do this for you too. I know that it sounds
cliche to say that I will always love you,
but you should know that I’ve always
been a metaphoric fuck, so I will
always love you. My heart just isn’t full
of you anymore. I emptied your promises
from my vessel long ago and instead
of throwing them out, I sealed them
into an envelope addressed to you.
I know how much you’ve always loved
getting mail, seeming important,
having your family see a secret only for you
folded up into a square. So here it is,
your last secret from me, and I hope this one
isn’t one that you hold above a flame
of regret. Because I want you to keep
this one always. I want you to know
how I will always love you but in the end
I will never be fooled into thinking
that you were really the one
who was supposed to be here.”
- “There is something in the mail for you,” - CB
June 3, 2015
Favorite poetry / prose / lit blogs?
Favorite poetry / prose / lit blogs?
June 2, 2015
"You talk so much about
moving on but your heart
is still so full of him.
You want to forget
but your..."
“You talk so much about
moving on but your heart
is still so full of him.
You want to forget
but your mind is still
set on ways to forgive
yourself for falling in love
with someone so toxic,
someone so unchangeable.
You can’t keep doing this
to yourself. You can’t keep
writing about letting go
when the words are still
drenched in his memory.”
- “He doesn’t deserve anything when it comes to you,” - CB
moving on but your heart
is still so full of him.
You want to forget
but your mind is still
set on ways to forgive
yourself for falling in love
with someone so toxic,
someone so unchangeable.
You can’t keep doing this
to yourself. You can’t keep
writing about letting go
when the words are still
drenched in his memory.”
- “He doesn’t deserve anything when it comes to you,” - CB
My eyes are tired,
my hands are sore
and my heart is longing
for the one whose love
always seems to...
My eyes are tired,
my hands are sore
and my heart is longing
for the one whose love
always seems to keep
me coming back
for more.
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