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Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was too beautiful to be human
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was never mine. I always shared her.
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 didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She only wants me for tech support
2016 was bad enough. Is it only going to get worse?
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
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
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
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.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
She was coming out as he was going in.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She only wants me for sex
She Had to Be Sure
She was locked in time
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She is and was
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Because, perhaps she was cold
She knew what she was doing
When she was bad
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was free
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She always was devious in her beauty
What the hell was she thinking?
She was so tall, and I was so in love
I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was steady
she was waylaid by an octopus
To a girl who thought she was moving away
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
It must be morning when she dreams.
I Was Lost and You Found Me
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
She loved me for my maths
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She loves me, she loves me not
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
I Was the Girl You Were Told Not to Be
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
I was a homeless bum
I can only pray that, when I finally leave, I will have done little enough damage to be totally forgotten
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
She Loves Me
Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
Would you tell me if it was true?
"This sandwich is great, but it could be better if it had tomatoes and also gave me super powers."
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
She kills me
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
I'm Rudy Giuliani! I was mayor of New York on 9/11! I Should Be The President!
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
this was supposed to be a parable about the power of the imagination
I Hear it was Charged Against Me
She told me to say that
The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
She misses me
Two condoms, she makes me wear
That one makes me scream, she said
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
this is unlike the story it was written to be
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
I was supposed to be dead when this picture was taken
can it be that it was all so simple then
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
Before you, there was me
she, he, and me
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She doesn't need me anymore
The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
I used to think of sobriety as a purgatory, and that to be under the influence of drugs was relief from it. Now that I'm older I believe the opposite to be true.
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She just looks at me
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
She approached me with some vague line
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
she can't remember what it's like to be found
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
If I was any good at this, I would be getting paid
Death was a part of me then, too.
I will be hard and silver and pure without fear.
Pure contentedness. (Yes, yes, I know it should be contentment)
She could be a businesswoman
Could you be any more of a poseur? 'Changes' was a best-of!
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
what I thought was going to be a turtleneck turned out to be a dickey
She Fucks Me
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.
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.

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