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Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
They will love him long after he is gone.
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
They left the streets stained with blood, and their howling could be heard long after they were gone
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
At night, she still believes in him
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
He cries for me, all these years later. He'll never stop 'til I join him in the grave.
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
A bunch of guys in Australia got wasted and went koala hunting and had the night of their lives
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
The one he murdered once still loves him
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
The Meaning of Love Eight Years Ago
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
I think he only loves the world for him.
He just left his body
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
She could not live with or without him
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
I met him two days ago and now he wants to fly me to Peru
The Message of King Sakis and the Legend of the Twelve Dreams He Had in One Night
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
"All these years," he said, "I've been opening the window and making love to the world."
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
If I Had My Life To Live Over
He loves me, he loves me not
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
titles for another love gone wrong story
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
She had fingernails that shined like justice
I live above a whorehouse
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
If you were team captain in a pick-up game of baseball and had Jesus Christ on your team, what position would you play him?
He forgets I am my own fierceness; it's not for him
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
he gives rest unto him who comes at the eleventh hour
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
He weaves his words
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
I killed him today, he who does not exist
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
God Made Man Because He Loves Stories
The Story of Jason Squiff and Why He Had a Popcorn Hat, Popcorn Mittens and Popcorn Shoes
How Eulenspiegel had his horse shod with silver and gold
He had a life before he met you, you know
he had a dream
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
i thank you for the love and in a moment i'll be gone
She had never kissed someone so old.
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
To the Memory of My Beloved Master, William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
I Fell In Love With A Girl Who Was Already Gone.
The Last Thing He Expected to Happen to Him in Hollywood
Sometimes I think he forgets, and I need this, this night
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.
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
He Said, She Said
When you had left our pirate fold
Don Quixote had his windmills, I have my helicopters
the dexterity of one who had smoked for years
Pointlessness had become his answer
The flowers of our love had died under the hot sun of time
she had already found her party
How many lives could have been saved had we just said "Please" more often?
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
It was a dark and stormy night. I had taken a creative writing class.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
He flops over and bonks his head
I had an Everything dream an hour ago
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
the things he left behind
He just wanted to give me something he forgot to give me a long time ago
Even Years Ago
A rambling letter to the girl I met years ago
I married him because he was not mean
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
This email is a response to your email of a year ago sent on February 6, 2000
On a night not too long ago
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
I saved his life. He does not know it.
Things that would have seemed unbelievable about 11 years ago
Fear makes a man kill what he loves
All Those Years Ago
A Year Ago Today (superdoc)
Written in Dubrovnik a few years ago
she, he, and me
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
I became a fish and a hundred years passed in a blurred stream. I remember it from long ago.
All he left her was alone
He learned to dance from emus but he learned to love from seraphim
Zip him back up, he sucks.
a weather report from five hundred thousand years ago?
He said I'm better off without you, 'til I showed him my tattoo
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
Twenty years ago
This essay was due a year ago
As if we had been sitting next to each other for years
What kind of year have YOU had?
Covid-19: masks work, we figured that out YEARS ago
I haven't had a wet dream in years
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
I've had a drunken kebab and loved it!
Twelve dreams I had in one night
I had been hungry all the years
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
He's Gone
He had something to say. He said it.
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
I had to call my father this evening and tell him I was dying.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
I had a dream last night
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
I had no idea what he thought about me.
So she could feel as if she had danced
They had built the Unrecordable Sculpture again last night
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
She Had to Be Sure
King George he had a Date
They had left, but her mascara kept running
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
wizards held captive the fishes of dreaming, souls that had circled their fortress for years
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
I Am He that Aches with Love
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
And we killed him and he's dead.
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
He says she says
He and she are one
If he's late, you can always start without him
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
he/she
she had mood ring eyes
He needed to repeat some well-used mantra of love just one more time
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
he kissed me for a year and a half
Now he can be loved. Now he is no more.
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
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