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Gabriel Ibarra Aug 2018
Today I woke up happy,
what a strange thing, to be alive and happy
I've got wrongs I've righted, and wrongs I'll never fix
In some strange way I've come to grips
Realizing reality rarely plays out picturesque
But I'll clean off the lense and try again, if this is as good as it gets
Gabriel Ibarra Aug 2018
I'm sad. But it's like the sweetest feeling
Revel in the fact that my hearts still beating
Even though it's not the same, lost some pieces I can't replace
Know it's a hefty price to pay but still I can't complain
Finding hope in conjecture of stories I never got to see through
Lonely nights, grasp at straws, but still can't reach you
Why can't I seem to find a balance between bummy and never been better
At times my mind does wonder to days when it didn't take so much effort
To sleep, to breathe, to wake without this emptiness
Trying to find some light, searching for the brighter side if it exists
A path to whatever it is I'm destined for
with each day that passes my will seems to lessen more
For what it's worth, I don't have means to cope with it
Just take it in stride, fake a smile, on autopilot for most of it
Still borderline hopeless, and I do my best to keep on
But as of late I've found it easier to keep strong
Gabriel Ibarra Aug 2018
I wanna give you all of my mornings, even though I don't sleep though
Send you endless poems, countless selfies I just hope that you keep those
Locked away to look back on months or years or weeks from now
Make you wonder, make you ponder, make you think somehow
That at one point we were strangers unbeknownst to one another
Now I can't see me as whole if ain't we got each other
There's no me and you or you and I it's just us
Bound by these ties that we create and double knot, praying they never come undone
But if we bend or break I know that you can patch us up
Pray you make me an optimist and keep me from acting up
Hold me down, figuratively or otherwise
Hands pinned down, feign a struggle mesmerized
Look up, see you geeking, cheesing and laughing
Creases deepen on your cheeks and give you wrinkles worth having
Not like the ones when you furrow your brow, pouting and pissy
Mad about some **** I probably did and I hope that you forgive me
Hope the only silent treatment you give me is when you're fast asleep
But if you talk in your sleep I'm cool with it
Just please don't snore
And understand from time to time my hamper is the floor
But I'll always be sure to clean up
Never leave the seat up
And if you've had a long day, let you kick your feet up
Give you a foot rub, let you vent and rant away
And do whatever the equivalent of Netflix and chill is these days
Gabriel Ibarra Aug 2018
Guess Life hasn’t been life in a minute
Heart’s weighing heavy, hardly have the strength to lift it
So I Hang my head lower than my eyes when I’m too lit
Should probably change my ways but if the shoe fits
Please excuse my past excuse and indiscretions
Know you know I don’t have a clue I’m misdirected
Misguided misjudgment, mask my mistakes with mixed drinks
Sorry that I lost you I often tend to misplace things
Misplace blame, misplace trust, Misplace hate, misplace love
Far too many if’s and maybe’s maybe that’s what I’m afraid of
Cause you're the only one who kept me grounded like a parent
And as time goes by its becoming more apparent
You're my only constant, constantly betting that I'll get through it
And I wanna prove you right because I know your love's the truest
Gabriel Ibarra Mar 2015
You give me wrinkles worth having.
Even as I write this they are deepening.
I'm replaying endless memories of you.
Thinking of our inside jokes.
Remembering moments only you could make.
Without trying or knowing you can always make me smile

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