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17th Mar 2017
there's no sound
there's no joy
there's no home
he's far away
where he belongs
17th Mar 2017
I feel wrapped-up in this nonsense you call love and I don't get how can you tell me you love me with those eyes and then hurt me with your smile I feel wrapped-up in this nonsense you call love and I don't see how you can love anyone and how you can kiss me and slice my heart like a piece of cake I can't see I can't understand I can't do anything other than think of how can you live with yourself after everything you've done after everything we've been through after everything after everything after every little thing I'm drinking and drinking and dancing and singing just to stop thinking of the things you're doing and I kiss you and it hurts me and I can't take it anymore the pain is just too much I feel wrapped-up in this nonsense you call love and I don't understand the way you are and I'm not available to try
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I'm sorry.
17th Dec 2016
I tend to forget your face
I tend to forget the sound of your voice
I tend to get drunk
just to find myself twitching
to your tender touch

I tend to forget your hair
I tend to regret the end
the sound of thousands of hummingbirds
looking for a place to begin

I'm overly emotional
I'm overly apathetic
I'm overly over you
I'm a mess.
17th Nov 2016
cut me off
take me down
the less I feel
the longer I can take.

I'm fed up with myself
I'm helpless
I'm hopeless
I'm pure
and I'm done.

I feel startless
with my own conviction
I feel endless
with my own prescription of pills I've never wanted to take and the first thought that comes up in my mind is how the **** am i still able to finish a ******* poem
  Oct 2016 17th
gabriela
galaxies for your eyes, stars for your lips;
o starship, I'll blast off to the galaxies, and let gravity sweep me off my feet
o starship, I'll brush lightly by the radiance of the stars, and I'll find the crescent of the moon
17th Oct 2016
I talk way too much
I speak way too loud
I feel way too much.

my imagination is too vivid
about the things that
no longer concern me.

my breast are too big
my waist too small
my feelings are hurting
my voice is no longer soft.

I know I should think less
exercise more
think less
exercise more

be weaker
to feel stronger.

I need to be kinder
I need to be smaller
minimalist mind and body.
17th Sep 2016
decidí escribir tu carta de adiós
reorganicé el escritorio
tendí la cama
soñé con tus besos

continué

afilé los lápices
conté los minutos
me acosté en nuestra cama
con una hoja y una pluma
sólo para darme cuenta
que la luz estaba apagada

me tocará soñarte e intentar otra vez
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