[retarded in love]

Chapter 4: Waking Up; If We All Die Young.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly. In strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 08:53:00 PST

G a y y.

Curiosity.So, I have a question. I think? It's more of a thought I guess.I've been listening to a bunch of girls at school and such, girls my age. And, they're all talking about getting married. Like ...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 10:45:00 PST

Whatever He Says. I Tell Myself A Harmless Lie; The Whole Wide World Is Mine.

I don't know why I'm doing this. Well, I do. It's because I want so bad to have the talent to write the ultimate poem. One that expresses my feelings & what I'm contemplating. When you get to that...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 03:29:00 PST

The Sound Track To The Summer: Cause It's No Secret, I Fucking Need This.

So, I guess that is the sound track to the summer? You've been sick since April, which is about how long I've known you. Lately you've been staying over because you can't bring yourself to go home. An...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 10:00:00 PST

Day One: I Just Want One More Night With You.

Last night was incredible, I especially liked the part where I fell asleep in his arms at 4:30 in the morning when we had to wake up at about 5:30am.... Waking up was the hardest. He woke me up after ...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 11:27:00 PST

Let Me Apologize To Begin With. SUCK IT!

It's never been this hard before. I want it so bad; I want him so bad. I feel as if I'm all-alone. Even when I'm with him, on less content days. I thought about writing something deep, a poem, some w...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 01:03:00 PST

The Two Of Us. Ta Meilleur Qualite' et ton couer.

L'AngeTu es venu imprevu dans mavieEt tu m' as gueri, mon coeur brise'J'etais tellement aveugle en amourEn te rencontrant tout a change'Tu m' as aide' trouver mon chemin.Je no peux jamais te' repayerP...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Thu, 10 May 2007 09:59:00 PST

When You Have All Of Me. And I Have None Of You.

I don't want to write anymore.I don't like this game.'Here's your holiday', my love.Me laying lifeless on the floor.Was I everything you wanted?I wasn't what you needed.Are you hearing me yet?I'm scre...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Thu, 24 May 2007 09:45:00 PST

I Need You. Are we ready girls? Too late.

So, here's how it stands as of now: He's been sick.. Really sick for the last week. In that week I saw him once for 10minutes at most. I've been scared, you wouldn't even belive how scared, worried. F...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 11:20:00 PST

I'm Melting, In Your Eyes. Captivated.

The ideal beauties teach women that their loks are a commodity to be barted in exchange for a man, not only for food, clothing and shelter, but for love. Women learn early that if you are unlovely, yo...
Posted by [retarded in love] on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 06:53:00 PST