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 Nov 2015 Gabriela Hernandez
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I am your poet --
I write your name on my heart
and our memories on my pages.

I write about my doubts,
my maybe's, what if's
and whereabouts
of you; and only you.

I write about my mistakes and yours --
our past, present, supposed future;
and how I love you the most.

I write about our debates --
the shouting and crying like
a wildfire sprawled across the bed.

I write about our first date --
when we dress up so nicely
and danced all night.

I write about our first kiss --
the push and pull of our lips;
and the warmth of our breathing.

I write about the way we talk --
the sweetest and most painful sound
uttered against the wind by the heart.

I write about your heartbeat --
the way it speaks to me,
and how it says my name joyfully.

I write about your face, your body,
the sound, noise, and joy;
and how we make love endlessly.

I am your poet --
I write about our unending love
that ends on my pages.
It's said that people fall out of love
For the same reasons they fell in love
All the things I love about you
May someday make me despise you
 Nov 2015 Gabriela Hernandez
Lily
I smile for the camera,
For my friends,
For the people who matter,
And sometimes
Even those who don't.

I act like i'm alright
That I live a blissful life
Even when inside i'm dying
And unhappy as hell

This constant battle
That's eating me up alive
Is a fight for freedom
That can never be won
A mind inside my mind
With a war of it's own

I will always be alone
I know,
I will always be alone
And one day I will be forgotten
But the pain will never end
this officer requires assistance
could you explain to me the difference
between the dealings of a business
and deadly battle for existence

rich eat the poor without resistance
a moral consciousness no hindrance
there's only room if you're the biggest
sounds like survival of the fittest

a pleasantly enough appearance
the lawyers running interference
got to admire their persistence
they have the limbs to go the distance

can't go crying to mommy dearest
she traded in her sweet for sweetest
now has soda with every breakfast
schedule adapted to her dentist

how can we fight this evil menace
when those who tried have been embarrassed
it's hard to **** what has been cherished
both parties guilty in this marriage

chief executives in attendance
we declarate our independence
I have acquired taste for vengeance
the target bearing my resemblance

the picture painfully apparent
oh yes it will be most unpleasant
overindulge antidepressants
solving the problem of my presence
I am not sure I would always call things a coincidence but maybe more of a miracle.
Like the way flowers tend to bloom in the concrete cracks of sidewalks, or even in the darkest parts of my mind.
Miracles, I do believe that.

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