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Gabrielle Barnes Feb 2016
Almost lover,
an odd concept-
one that's not
completely understood
until it hits you.

Even curiouser,
is the almost
almost lover,
a strange in between,
a nerve wracking limbo.

Please don't be
my almost lover.
Please don't let me
***** this up.
Please be mine,
because I want
to be yours,
and I feel you slipping.
I wasn't going to post this, but decided to go ahead anyways. This is an older one.
Gabrielle Barnes Jan 2016
Forever seems like such a short time,
until you meet someone,
and a forever spent with them,
would be too short.
This is the first time I've ever seen a forever with someone, and its freaking me out?
Gabrielle Barnes Jan 2016
"I miss you" you say
"I miss you too," I  tell you
I truly do.
"When are you free?" I ask
"Never, but I'll make time for you," you say
That
Doesn't
Make
Me
Feel
Better
About taking
Your time
He's always so busy and I want him to do well. He lost 3 hours of sleep a few days ago because we skyped, and he had to work from 7 AM to 9 PM and I feel terribly about it. Excuse my vent...
Gabrielle Barnes Jan 2016
I'm a lover of music,
I listen to it all-
but my favorite sound
in this entire world
isn't any song or tune,
but rather,
the melody that is your voice
Gabrielle Barnes Jan 2016
It's an odd place,
Knowing that you're not in love quite yet;
But all the same,
Knowing that one day-
You just might be.
Gabrielle Barnes Mar 2016
I’m always falling
and I often end up drained.
I wish instead of tumbling that
I could fly on my paper cranes.

On my paper cranes
I’d fly over cardstock trees,
to land inside an origami garden
and sit on folded peonies.

I’d go on a newspaper sailboat
and float over the tissue sea
to visit cardboard whales
and foam board manatees

I wish that all my troubles,
were made of paper too,
and that I could solve them
by folding a world for you.
I'm always so anxious over everything, and one of the things that helps me manage it is folding origami, so this is about that.
Gabrielle Barnes Mar 2016
Sometimes
things don't
end with thunderous applause,
or even with a bang.
Because,
Some endings,
aren't proper endings
at all.
Sometimes,
all explanation
is heard in the absence
of words.
But I've learned
to decipher
the silence.
Gabrielle Barnes Mar 2016
Tired,
I crawl into the hole I created,
my resting place.
It is nestled deep in the tundra,
Away from the life I have lived.
Here,
I forget my failures,
that I have burned into the skin
of those I love the most.
Here,
I close my eyes,
and like a needle has been
pushed into my veins,
I forget.
Gabrielle Barnes Jan 2016
I dreamt of you again last night, I've felt
more of your kisses in my dreams than
in real life.
Does that make them any less real?
I've been dreaming him almost every night since I moved back

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