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gabriela arias Mar 2018
When I think of you
                                                             ­                    I think of teacups;
for when my mind is blank                
                              
                                 ­  the thoughts of you manage to

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­                                                                 ­             inside my head.
inspired on my cracked coffee mug & the love of my life. (to be seen on a computer screen to appreciate layout)
gabriela arias Mar 2018
I remember when you first said you loved me
my heart then did not belong to you,
it belonged to the wind,
to the sea,
to the sun,
to the moon,  
to my dreams,
to myself,
to many things
none of which you
but,
then you did not give up,
then you made it your mission to make me yours now
and my heart slowly became of your smile,
of your eyes,
of your smell,
of your touch,
of your words,
and before I noticed
my heart had become of your heart
& your dreams had become of my own.
so thank you for then fighting for what is now.
the accuracy.
gabriela arias Oct 2017
oh you know, anxiety.
the feeling everybody gets
when they get a turn at the printing center
the feeling everybody gets
when they need to ask the waiter for an extra napkin
the feeling everybody gets
when they have to tell the teacher they don’t understand the difference between mass and atomic number
the feeling everybody gets
when they’re the next to pay in line
the feeling i was fine with feeling;
until i found out... nobody else feels this way.
can relate?¿
gabriela arias Oct 2017
today i have a stomach ache for some reason.
i think something must be rotten
in there.
i don't know if this malaise comes from
the microwaved chicken wrap
i had for breakfast, or
from the unexpected death of all the butterflies
that used to live inside.
but
if the second one is true,
the second one was you.
gabriela arias Oct 2017
what is love?

is it a feeling?
is it a decision?
is it a prescribed death?
I have a problem; I have fallen in love.
it is believed to be the 'most beautiful thing',
but if it is
if this is true,
why am I torn between devotion and distress?
is it because he owns my heart,
or is it because he is too far away from me?
is it because I'm mad at myself for craving him so deeply,
or am I mad that I don't have him beside me?
to kiss me. to hug me.
so please, do tell...
how is this 'a beautiful thing'?
if I can't be with him, but I can't live without him?
this is me being mad at the fact I'm missing my boy who is exactly 7.192,28 km away from me rn.

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