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I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
She loves me, she loves me not
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
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.
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.
I was me before being me was cool.
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
It's all a blank, which makes me think something far far worse has actually happened
The Portland Oregon Everything Tea was actually a Suicide Cult Initiation!
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Would you tell me if it was true?
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
There was no one waiting for me...
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
This node was made for you and me
Two condoms, she makes me wear
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
When she was bad
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She Loves Me
She saved me from Hylas' fate
If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
She asked me to read her a poem
She is still undoing me.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was too beautiful to be human
She is and was
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She misses me
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
I Was Lost and You Found Me
Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
She told me to say that
Death was a part of me then, too.
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She cleaned up for me at least.
man when you are telling me how it was
She Blinded Me With Science
She might not need me. But then again she might.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
Why I politely asked the contemporary lit major I was dating to stop writing me love letters
the cutest baker in the room was making sadfaces at me when i walked out
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She told me she remembers three things about me
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
She told me she wouldn't
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
I was a homeless bum
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Because, perhaps she was cold
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was free
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She always was devious in her beauty
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
She said she loved me
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
I don't like her because she won't like me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I Hear it was Charged Against Me
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She Fucks Me
That one makes me scream, she said
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She loved me for my maths
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She just looks at me
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She kills me
She only wants me for tech support
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.
she, he, and me
I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
Before you, there was me
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
She only wants me for sex
She approached me with some vague line
I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
Tell him, she told me
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
she seems bored with me after all this time
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She looks at me and she laughs
She tells me she drives a truck.
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
She doesn't need me anymore
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 is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
The rock under my foot that told me I was real when I was an adult
bringing me back to when less was worth more
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
She Speaks to Me
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
She found me on public transportation
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She was steady
What the hell was she thinking?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was locked in time
the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
Would you love me if I was a worm
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
She pulled the "I love you" on me

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