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She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She had never kissed someone so old.
I always told you I thought you were smarter than me
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She just stares at us like we're crazy
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
She Blinded Me With Science
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
I don't like her because she won't like me
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
She doesn't need me anymore
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She is still undoing me.
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She Speaks to Me
I had no idea what he thought about me.
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
She said she loved me
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 had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She cleaned up for me at least.
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
She asked me to read her a poem
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
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.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
she had already found her party
She told me she remembers three things about me
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
So she could feel as if she had danced
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She hates my futon
She approached me with some vague line
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She Loves Me
She Fucks Me
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She told me to say that
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She kills me
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
she, he, and me
she seems bored with me after all this time
Tell him, she told me
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She looks at me and she laughs
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
She might not need me. But then again she might.
She tells me she drives a truck.
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
She loves me, she loves me not
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
She found me on public transportation
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She had fingernails that shined like justice
She thought about giving him her heart
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
Three years she grew in sun and shower
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
And she flew halfway across the world for those five minutes
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
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.
If She Were a Shipwreck
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 Had to Be Sure
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she had mood ring eyes
She told me she wouldn't
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
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
That one makes me scream, she said
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She only wants me for sex
She just looks at me
She misses me
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She only wants me for tech support
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
Take a deep breath and write out your thoughts for me
The thought that kept me awake
a grief so strong I thought it would crush me there
If it were a snake, it would have bit me
You were always so good to me
I wish you could have met me before I became food
You were never going to become more than this to me
I hate you. Please don't leave me.
I'll become what you became to me
Nah, these random encounters with beautiful strangers won't destroy me at all. But I guess I thought it'd be a good way to die at the time.
Basking in your warmth, I failed to notice that you were keeping me on the back burner
Black People Hate Me and They Hate My Glasses
I became a fish and a hundred years passed in a blurred stream. I remember it from long ago.
May those who are born after me
They hate me because I'm beautiful
i became a flower and a hundred years passed on a whisper of wind
How a suicide made me wish I were Superman
those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
i hate this beautiful world o please let me stay here forever
The stranger who hates me
He Hate Me
Your God does not make me want to reconsider my thoughts about suicide
Thursdays were created to torture me
Sometimes it hurts, makes me smile, sets me floating distant
It's just the three of us - you, me, and all that stuff we're so scared of
I had not thought death had undone so many
He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
Naked Dude at the Door in a Snowstorm
Must've Been While You Were Kissing Me
She'll outlive me by 12 million years
As if it were the arm of someone who'd pulled me back from speeding traffic.
Don't hate me because I'm evil
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me
the dexterity of one who had smoked for years
They hate us because we're wonderful
Hate Crime is Thought Crime
I know the world will hate me for who I am.
A letter to those who have impressed me
I recall the last 20 years as succinctly as I can in one node: bear with me
Ya shoulda killed me last year
What the Institute for Motivational Development had to say about me
I thought you loved me
My inability to effectively express my thoughts is driving me crazy
As if we had been sitting next to each other for years
That Time of Year Thou May'st in Me Behold
he kissed me for a year and a half
let me hate for you
I just had this thought of summer past
Love me for calling you stupid: a thought for activists
The Little Girl that Had Been Dead for a Hundred Years
I had names for all of those places, but I can't remember them
They had been expecting me
What kind of year have YOU had?
Year that Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me

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