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I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
She told me she wouldn't
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
You wouldn't recognize me
I was a homeless bum
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Death was a part of me then, too.
She is still undoing me.
I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
Forgive me for being afraid of the world
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
She doesn't need me anymore
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
I was afraid of getting caught
She told me to say that
She misses me
She only wants me for sex
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She cleaned up for me at least.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She might not need me. But then again she might.
The rock under my foot that told me I was real when I was an adult
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
This node was made for you and me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She is afraid of not being shy
Questions I wouldn't be afraid of
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 moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I wouldn't date me
She just looks at me
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
I lost a chance at $40,000 because my mommy wouldn't let me sell my stock
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
I Was Lost and You Found Me
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 was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
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
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I was me before being me was cool.
There was no one waiting for me...
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
for a long time i was afraid i would forget; now i'm afraid i might not
She asked me to read her a poem
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Wouldn't it be much easier if you just agreed with me?
I Hear it was Charged Against Me
She told me she remembers three things about me
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
What the hell was she thinking?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
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 was so pleased to learn that she was right
When she was bad
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Would you love me if I was a worm
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She is and was
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She said she loved me
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
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.
That one makes me scream, she said
She Loves Me
She Fucks Me
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She approached me with some vague line
She only wants me for tech support
She loved me for my maths
She loves me, she loves me not
She kills me
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
Don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
Would you tell me if it was true?
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
man when you are telling me how it was
Why I politely asked the contemporary lit major I was dating to stop writing me love letters
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for 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
Tell him, she told me
She looks at me and she laughs
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She Blinded Me With Science
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
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 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 asked me to stop dreaming of death
She tells me she drives a truck.
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
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 found me on public transportation
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
Before you, there was me
She pulled the "I love you" on me
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was locked in time
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was steady
bringing me back to when less was worth more
She Speaks to Me
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?

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