It's Ridiculous

April 29, 2011
By D-M-16 BRONZE, Florrisant, Missouri
D-M-16 BRONZE, Florrisant, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"One man's trash, is another man's treasure." - Cute Is What We Aim For

..."You have to lie to tell the truth" - Anonymous

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." 1 Corinthians 13

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." -St. Augustine

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." -Edgar Allan Poe

"Girls fall in love with what they hear, Boys fall in love with what they see. Thats why, Girls wear makeup, and Boys lie." - Anonymous

"Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it." - Jacques Prévert

"Most people would rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy." - Robert Anthony

Just to let you know
You are indeed, very much, on my mind
Every second, of every day & night
I keep myself busy
It's the only time I can get away
Even my sweet little dreams aren't safe

I really miss you
& quite frankly really don't want to
What I cannot stand is how much hope,
I still keep locked in me
Wishing that you'll be mine,
Is a total waste of time

I secretly write your name
Along the lines of my paper
Slowly and carefully,
My cursive is painfully perfect
Hours have probably gone by
I'm disappointed in myself,
To be so hung up on you

This is coming from me
All of this, I'm spitting it all out
So raw, if you took a bite it would kill you
I'm not sure if I could put money on the fact
That you'd care about this if you took the time to read it
Would you even know it was about you?
How much do you pay attention to?

I haven't talked to you in days
Don't you know that's when I'm begging for you?
Waiting for you to miss me, wanting contact with me
This is all smoldering under my skin
If I were able to scream, I would
But my voice is set in silence

I want to itch it all out until I'm bleeding;
Your addiction is immeasurably horrid

The author's comments:
I hate missing boys. They aren't worth wasting my breath to them the time of day.

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