Colleen Brown's Blog, page 81

"His absence lingers on my skin -his absence has stained my bedand has made a home in my heart.But..."

“His absence lingers on my skin -

his absence has stained my bed

and has made a home in my heart.

But my hands keep searching -

my calloused and dry hands

keep reaching out in hopes

of grasping onto him.

The memories of his presence

still fill my head -

these memories of his body

beside mine in the moonlight

and until the sun rises

still haunt me and continue

to fill my mind with a tomorrow

that is full of him.”

- CB

I want him to touch mein all of the placesthat I always swore to myselfthat no one would ever...

I want him to touch me

in all of the places

that I always swore to myself

that no one would ever love

or find the time to admire.

jealous you look like PJ Harvey do you have instagram

omg she’s so beautiful and I’m so not

and my insta - mostlyfiction

it feels like a long time since i’ve seen the sunrise

it feels like a long time since i’ve seen the sunrise

"I’ll never forget the wayshe looked in her favoritesummer dress. The wayher lips pressed..."

“I’ll never forget the way

she looked in her favorite

summer dress. The way

her lips pressed against

the almost empty wine glass.

The way her skin felt against

my own body, against my hands.

I’ll never forget about that

blossoming spring that I spent

next to her. It was a time

that helped me grow, along with

the frost-bitten flowers.”

- CB

he goes back to base today and I’m sad but I get to see...

he goes back to base today and I’m sad but I get to see him in less than a month so hopefully time will go by as fast as it did when he was here with me

morning things

morning things

"The girl next door is smoking another cigarette within the hour, and I’m wondering if it’s because..."

“The girl next door is smoking another cigarette within the hour, and I’m wondering if it’s because she has something more on her mind than the thought of missing a boy who will never remember to call her when he said he would. Her and I are a lot alike, this girl with lungs full of smoke. We both are waiting for something that will probably never happen. We’re both missing something that will never make us complete. She came over one time with my dog under her arms to tell me that she was in her yard again. I apologized to her and she just smiled and said that it was okay, that she likes the company when she is outside by herself. I know she was probably smoking a cigarette, but I let the smell of strawberries and Chanel perfume fill my nose when she says that she’ll see me around. I can’t help but wonder who this boy is that comes to her house late at night. I see his 2010 Honda parked on the edge of her driveway from time to time, but mostly I see her in the daytime alone. It’s not that I’m stalking her or anything, because I admit that I too smoke too many cigarettes and dream of when the one I love will come home again.”

- intro to my new fiction story, “The girl next door,”

I just need to know why,

I just need to know why,

"I don’t want him to gobut I know that he has to leave.I don’t know what my limbsare..."

“I don’t want him to go

but I know that he has to leave.

I don’t know what my limbs

are going to wrap around

late at night when he is not

by my side. My body has gotten

so used to being pressed

against something other than

loneliness. I don’t want him

to go but I know that soon

he will be inside of my arms again.”

- CB