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i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I don't like her because she won't like me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
The portion of her face she allows me to see
she gave her heart to a falling star
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She asked me to read her a poem
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I Hate It When It Happens To Me
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Bathe her and bring her to me
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She always was devious in her beauty
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 only wants me for sex
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me
Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
serene. She sips her tea
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She just looks at me
She kills me
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She Loves Me
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
The stranger who hates me
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
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.
She Will Have Her Way
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She keeps her lies everywhere
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She knows no truth except her own.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She Fucks Me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She loves me, she loves me not
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She only wants me for tech support
That one makes me scream, she said
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
If there is a God, I hate her
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
her arms around me
I know the world will hate me for who I am.
A horse gave birth to a donkey
She flies with her own wings
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Black People Hate Me and They Hate My Glasses
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.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
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
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
she had already found her party
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I asked her not to forget me
She always confused her greys with white.
She approached me with some vague line
She pulled the "I love you" on 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
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She said she loved 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.
She told me to say that
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
A pot that gave birth
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
The Woman Who Gave Birth to Rabbits
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She loved me for my maths
She misses me
They hate me because I'm beautiful
The thing your aunt gave you which you don't know what it is
I hate you. Please don't leave me.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
i hate this beautiful world o please let me stay here forever
She hates my futon
the african violet you gave me
they only gave me trouble anyways
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
My grandmother gave me
notes I never gave her
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She thought about giving him her heart
He gave her a daisy
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Advice my father gave me before I left for college
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Jenny gave me a leaf of autumn
You gave me wings when you showed me the birds
On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on 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.
You gave me your hand, I gave you my fist
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
Jar of jam you gave me
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
He Hate Me
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Monkey Gave Me a High Five
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
The day he gave me a lift
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
At night, her eyes closed, she would
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
"This sandwich is great, but it could be better if it had tomatoes and also gave me super powers."
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
You Gave Your Love To Me Softly
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
Don't tell me about her
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
the way she wears her weary
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
let me hate for you
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, think I'll go eat worms
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
she lit her thumb on fire
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Don't hate me because I'm evil

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