you touch my hands for stupid reasons

my name is Gabe.
i am made up of suspense &badjokes.

ask me things

I make musics.


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She took pictures of my heart.

Your voice must’ve been the welcome mat because it’s the only one that’s ever made feel that I was home and not alone
by the phone
by the pheromones
you chose me before I even had a chance,
and I’m still trying to become who I was when I was around you.
I compare everyone I ever meet to you and it’s not fair to them or me,
but if it keeps me writing therapy
then maybe I made the right choice to keep my voice,
And it’s my vice, always thinking twice.
It’ll never be anything like that ever again
So, I should stop dwelling,
And step on this mat and open the door.

I think.

I had a moment.

That was all
Hardly anything worth writing about.
Out of the blue,
Under a heart.
God knows I’d be the one,
Heart attack at a
Treadmill called hope.

It’s always like that
Till I’m back at the keyboard.

Wishing and hoping to make a difference
All I ever do is
Stick my head in the clouds

Marking my words,
All I want is to keep a promise to myself.
Good thing I’m still young,
I have plenty of time left to
Call it a comeback



of your flaws.

mistake my kindness for naitivity,

i dare you. knowing was the easy part,

i don’t know who you think i am: 

so ill spell it,

oh, if you could read.

always, always forgetting that you 


can’t, except I’m sure its won’t and,

pardon my eyes,

there was a 90% chance of rain.

in time, I’m sure it’ll all clear up for me,

not so much for you.

good luck.


I just want so badly to be future tense. 

instead of past tense.

instead of tense.


I'm an overcast cloud, but that's nothing new.

Leave it to time because,

Offering words wouldn’t prove it to you.

Venting to a dashboard and screaming in a car to a song you’ve never listened to.

Everything I wish for is for you to just get it. 

You were the sun until you were set on being the moon.

Oh, that’s sentence for sore-hearts.

Un-invite me because I can’t play this role anymore. 

There’s a message in here somewhere that you’ll never be brave enough to send,


Oh! The best way to cut someone out of your life is to tell them how you feel.

This is all I want.

This is all I want. I don’t want fame, I don’t want fortune.

I don’t care if your friends don’t know who I am.

I only care that I exist to you, and that you exist to me.

I want to be a profound moment in your life.

I want to be a permanent place in your heart.

I want to be the soundtrack to your life.

I want to be the words that make you feel you belong. That you are understood. That you are loved.

Things that going to college has taught me:

1. How to be a professional sad person.

advice is a nutritional facts chart at the bottom of your favorite desert,

precursor to the chorus of a song not yet written,

call it naivety

& i wouldn’t correct you.

its common.

ever sense.

every sense.

i seek your approval, or your dismissal

& i don’t care which

or at least if i say i do then it must be true.


I find that I often have to remind myself that

dispair is the paint brush.

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