Colleen Brown's Blog, page 85
March 19, 2015
My hands; an explorer.Your mouth; an escape.Our bodies; foreign lands.This love; a paradise.
My hands; an explorer.
Your mouth; an escape.
Our bodies; foreign lands.
This love; a paradise.
March 18, 2015
our recent romantic sexts
our recent romantic sexts
March 17, 2015
"His mouth tastes like cigarettes and Irish car-bombs
but I don’t care so I let him continue kissing..."
but I don’t care so I let him continue kissing me anyway.
I’ll do anything to forget about the one I am really
thinking about, to forget about the one I really wish
my mouth was pressed against. He slips his hands
down the back of my summer dress, fumbles around
until he finally finds the hooks of my $13 lace bra.
I don’t care how messy he is being with my body,
I let him continue trying to seem like he’s done this
before. Between my body and his body are memories
that I’ve tried for so long to erase from my skin.
Memories of when I thought I would never have to
come back to this, to this emptiness of two people
just trying to get by, by filling their hands with someone
who most likely won’t remember how the other
felt against their bare anatomy in the morning.
But we continue to do this. We continue to pretend
that this small moment, this small fraction
of our life will be enough to be able to look back
one day and say that we did what we had to do
to survive. That we did what we wanted to do
when all we really wanted was to be remembered.”
- “I wouldn’t be surprised if he forgets,” - CB
I promised him that I would wait for him,and I did and I have been. I promised himthat I would...
I promised him that I would wait for him,
and I did and I have been. I promised him
that I would always love him, and I did
and I still do. I promised him that I would
never let him go, and I haven’t and I still
won’t. I promised him that I would never
see my life without him in it, and I can’t
and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.
March 16, 2015
And I’m so sick of younever letting me find
my happy ending.
And I’m so sick of you
never letting me find
my happy ending.
"I have held on to this hope
that you will come back to me
since the moment I realized
you had..."
that you will come back to me
since the moment I realized
you had finally left.
But I do not hold you to this
and I do not call you selfish
for wanting more than a life
that is being spent with me.”
- CB
March 15, 2015
"I’m trying to remember
what it was that made me
love you to begin with.
What it was that made me..."
I’m trying to remember
what it was that made me
love you to begin with.
What it was that made me
want to pick only you
out from that busy crowd.
What it was that made me
figure out that you were
the one I wanted.
What it was that made me
finally realize that you were
the one that I had been
searching for all of this time.
- “What is was,” - CB
"My alone is so romantic
by taking me out to dinner and then
a movie and reminding me that..."
by taking me out to dinner and then
a movie and reminding me that sometimes
you need to be able to breakdown
to remember how to rise up again.
Everyone around tells us that we are
uncommon, that we are not as beautiful
as I make us out to be, but we don’t care.
My alone and I don’t need constant
reassurance from those around us
to make us know that what we have going
really is something special.”
- “My alone and I are doing fine,” - CB
(via mostlyfiction)
"I’m trying to remember
what it was that made me
love you to begin with.
What it was that made me..."
I’m trying to remember
what it was that made me
love you to begin with.
What it was that made me
want to pick only you
out from that busy crowd.
What it was that made me
figure out that you were
the one I wanted.
What it was that made me
finally realize that you were
the one that I had been
searching for all of this time.
- “What it was,” - CB
But in the end,I’m the foolwho believed you.
But in the end,
I’m the fool
who believed you.
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