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She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
the fire didn't hurt me, though---we're old friends
This silence, it hurts me, just so you know
make me hurt you
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I never wanted to see you get hurt. Even though it's kind of funny.
Hurt me, use me, make me watch "Prince of Darkness"
tell me about the outside world. what part of it that i do not understand hurt you?
She only wants me for sex
Choosing bitterness is taking the easy way out. It's so easy to feel bitter when you've been hurt. Path of least resistence. Forgiveness is a path that goes in a very different direction.
my heart hurts so bad
She asked me to read her a poem
And she's walking as if her feet hurt
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Hurt me, use me, make me write bad checks
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I want the stars so bright they make me breathless
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
To anyone who this may have hurt, please forgive me. The darkness keeps calling and I must go.
I thought that I wanted this. I didn't realize it would be so hollow
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
The Introverted Thinker hurts her sister
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
How to say "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me"
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
hurt me more (user)
She only wants me for tech support
I've accepted the way it is and it doesn't hurt so much
curiosity killed the cat, but it never hurt me
Sometimes it hurts, makes me smile, sets me floating distant
Out of practice but my heart hurts so
This is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me
It Hurts Me Too
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
It makes lots of sense to me. Unfortunately, that's what hurts the most.
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
they see in me a man that is empty, in need of love. that will not hurt them.
Hurt me plenty
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
Why didn't you listen to me?
Why I didn't want to find his love letters in my copy of East of Eden
I didn't think that the air could scream in resistance until you approached me
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
I didn't want to know where I was conceived
The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
I didn't want him
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Live Era '87-'93
Hurt
Sex just walked by me, and I didn't get any, dammit
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She knows no truth except her own.
So bashful when I spied her
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
He didn't want to be Gary anymore
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
So her hat does not blow away
She didn't believe in transcendence
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
Everybody Hurts
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
What she didn't say
I didn't read it but I want to get into the author's pants
When we kiss I can hear your thoughts, so I would rather we didn't
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
She was never mine. I always shared her.
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I didn't want to know that
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
the nodeshell that didn't want to be rescued
The cat that didn't want to be rescued
she lit her thumb on fire
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Don't tell me about her
I asked her not to forget me
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
It’s herself she didn’t love
she gave her heart to a falling star
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She always confused her greys with white.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I expected to die by fire. It didn't occur to me that I might drown instead.
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
My mother wants her mother to die
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
serene. She sips her tea
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Why you don't want to piss her off
She always was devious in her beauty
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
she had already found her party
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Will Have Her Way
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
So I let her go
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She practices her speech
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.

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