Gaby writings

All in my head

I guess it\'s all in my head I said

and you agreed with a sigh heavy like the Bronx summers,

so I sit here questioning my worth like an echo in an empty street,

but I know deep inside, mi corazón,

this ain\'t figments or fantasy,

the way you made me feel was as real as Merengue beats,

waiting for days, each minute tugging at my patience,

telling you how I felt like prayers whispered in the night,

you saying sorry like it\'s a chant, an anthem, a chorus you\'ve perfected,

and doing it all over again, like a song stuck on repeat,

your broken promises held together with masking tape,

a lack of love that reminds me of abandoned stoops and faded murals,

but still, I sit here, tracing the lines between truth and dream,

in this dance of doubt and certainty.