b r e n

b r e n Jun 2019

When they are happy
you are happy.

And that's when you know
It was real.

b r e n Nov 2018

Alone

The first year is the hardest they say,
Just get through the first year.
Give yourself the first year to miss them.
The first year I’ve found
Is spent doing a lot of things alone.
Relearning how to do things... alone
Like how to walk through the front door on thanksgiving without you.

The first year you have to learn to be you again.

I think about you every day.

b r e n May 2018

You lit the match

In all the ways you said she was beautiful
those parts of me caught fire
and it burned
until it nearly burnt the pain away
and you lit the match

b r e n May 2016

Glass Bottles

Trying to break a habit;
I've been searching for happiness at the bottom of wine bottles.
I'd drink the whole thing and swear it'll pour out in the last drop.
Maybe it keeps sticking to the glass or its seeping out through my fingertips.
Red stained lips
And wine like blood warms my veins
constricting, pulling heart strings
Fill up my rosy cheeks
Before I drink the last shot.
Gripping glass with paper cut sized gaps.
I didn't find happiness at the bottom of glass bottles.
But when I find it
I can bottle it up.
So maybe you and I can share something we used to find in each other.
But for now
We can just pass the bottle.

b r e n Apr 2016

Hurricanes

I'm sorry you've been chasing hurricanes
I noticed you've been holding your chest whenever I come close or our eyes meet
Maybe you thought
we had a strong enough foundation
to live the see the end of the storm
I'm sorry you've become fascinated
with hurricanes
The truth is
I destroy everything in my path
I never wondered why you named it after me
The day we lost everything
I guess it makes sense
why they name them after people

*Spinningheads-andmessybeds

b r e n Mar 2016

I wrote a poem instead

My fingers were trying to text you
Trying to get ahold of your voice again
Gripping, with the comfort of holding something familiar in my hands
Something my ears could float in
Cause your voice always made me feel like I was under water
But I knew if I slept there too long I would drown
My fingers were gripping the keys
Your name, a recipient
of something I knew I'd regret
But I was sure you'd be disappointed
So
I wrote a poem instead

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