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I love you,and I'm so tired of being alone.
10 words is all I need to sum up how I'm feeling
 Apr 2014 Gabrielle Magana
Lex
She.
 Apr 2014 Gabrielle Magana
Lex
She runs her hands through your hair from underneath you as your hands caress her waist.
Her tongue draws back as just your lips collide once more.
Your hands press into her hips, holding her in place as you trail slow, gentle kisses along her neck.
Her breath hitches as you kiss her, stopping on particular places to leave a mark.
Your lips attach to hers quickly, flipping yourselves over so that she's on top of you.
You caress her gently, like she's the only person you need.
But why can't she be me?
*sighs* why am I still thinking about this?
 Apr 2014 Gabrielle Magana
Anna
They say mind over matter as if it is a good thing
As if it is a good thing that my mind is taking over my body
As if it is a good thing that my mind moves my mouth to say things I don't want to
As if it's a good thing that my mind gets so cluttered I can't even see straight
As if it's a good thing that my hands move to hit when I don't want to
Or when I can't even leave my bed even though I have a thousand things to do
Or when I start shaking uncontrollably, like the heart within me has cracked down the middle and shifted out of place like tectonic plates
When my mind turns me into a walking earthquake, HOW is that ok?!
They say mind over matter as if its OKAY for me to still cry about things that don't matter
As if it's ok for Ruby Sparks to snap her fingers and bark like a dog
MY MIND IS TAKING OVER EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS AND THERES NO WAY I CAN STOP IT
My mind is not a sacred pure place, it it is dark and angry
I can't change it so easily because controlling the thing that is in control is more complex than you think
I control my arms with my brain, I control my mouth with my brain, I control my legs with my brain
but how can i control my brain with my brain
I did some frantic writing in the woods today. God this is awful. I'll work on it.
 Apr 2014 Gabrielle Magana
bb
We write about two AM because it is simplicity and we are underexposed. Overtime, simplicity becomes complex and subjective and harder to define. Soon you associate two AM with her hair holding on desperately to her shoulder blades, but at that point it doesn't matter what time it is because all your brain understands is her mouth and how badly you want to kiss it. Everything is clinging to something: hair to skin, sheets to mattress, mouth to teeth; but the real fear lies in what will end up letting go and this is why we are born with out fists clenched, because from the moment we are living, every insecurity spills like air out of a bag you thought was vacuum sealed. See, life is full of complexities and we can't seem to find permanent serenity, but, in the midst of it all, there are small things that resonate within us and soon we collapse into a string of cliches and we fight not to drown within them, collectively babbling and trying to make sense of the concept of never letting go.
-b.r.b.
and tonight I think I love you—
and tonight I wrote that on your back.

and tonight I wish I didn't—
and tonight I told you that.

April 13th 12:28am
I really wish I didn't.
So I told her
That I love her

And she told me
that she doesn't know
how she feels about it
but she does enjoy

our conversations
our talks late into the night
our small openings into
each others minds

and that was enough for me
to keep me
happy(?)
EBN you are... something...
To the girl who will one day take my last name
I want to tell you that you look beautiful,
Beautiful like in the way the summer sun bends around the north pole because it refuses to set its constant and lasting
Just like the way my heart jumped the moment i saw you for the first time and it has refused to come down
Everytime since, when i see you, although i have never been much of a dreamer, i daydream about all the things i want to do to you like...
Make you smile... or blush
So that my daydreams will have the perfect backdrop of love to memorize your every freckle, and then i want to drink the smile i put on your face beause i know it is the only thing that can quench my thirst
I want to tell you that I want to learn ballet, just so i can catch you everytime you jump and make sure that ill never let you fall... unless it's for me...
I want to learn to draw
Because I want to draw my way into your life, van gogh my way into your past present and future, i want to spend my whole life with you, and on your dying day i want to roundhouse kick death for even thinking of taking you away from me
But most of all i want to make you... happy
Happy in a way that is unexplainable
Like why do birds suddenly appear everytime you are near
It would be to easy to say that just like me they long to be close to you
And i want it to be unexpected like when you fall asleep after a long day
Slowely at first and then it engulfs you completely
I want to tell you that I want you to be able to feel the sunlights warm caress even on the darkest of days
And on days when you can't see the stars in the night sky
I will cut stars out of my paper heart
Even though they always seem to rip when held in hands that aren't careful enough
and then I want to hang them from your ceiling
So you will always have something beautiful to look at
And if you would just notice me I promise that I can love you like that...
But instead when I finally noticed that you caught me staring at you about 15 minutes ago... I opened my mouth and instead of all the soliloquies that dance through my head whenever you saunter into a room all that came out was hi.....
I think it was a good start.
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