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She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
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 told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
When she is talking to him
she seems bored with me after all this time
She only wants me for tech support
She just looks at me
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
She found me on public transportation
She Blinded Me With Science
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's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
And yet, when the warm breeze of spring greets my face and the sunlight does not make me shield my eyes, I know I am not alone.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She told me to say that
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
You know a writer has made it when they stop posting on e2
The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
she, he, and me
She is still undoing me.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
She told me she remembers three things about me
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
I didn’t know why it took girls so long to do their makeup until someone showed me how to dismantle the patriarchy with an allen wrench and a roast chicken ballotine.
She knows no truth except her own.
She misses me
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She said she loved me
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
She threw herself from the bed
She Fucks Me
She kills me
She doesn't need me anymore
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
It’s herself she didn’t love
Even I laughed at me when I built this cross-species genetic analyzer. Well I guess I showed myself!
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
She might not need me. But then again she might.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
She saved me from Hylas' fate
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She tells me she drives a truck.
I would have liked thunder when she left
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
His face when she fell
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
She cleaned up for me at least.
She approached me with some vague line
does she need to touch her own face to know?
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
How Could You Want Him (When You Know You Could Have Me)?
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She has given up on shoes completely.
She Loves Me
She pulled the "I love you" on me
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She has trouble acting normal
I don't like her because she won't like me
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
The hardest breath she has
She only wants me for sex
She loved me for my maths
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
That one makes me scream, she said
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
She loves me, she loves me not
You gave me wings when you showed me the birds
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
Tell him, she told me
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
She looks at me and she laughs
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
She still has my Borges book
She asked me to read her a poem
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
She told me she wouldn't
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
she does not know how much I need this
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She Speaks to Me
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
Venus, when she is the evening star
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
When she was bad
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
When she died
And When She Sings
It must be morning when she dreams.
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
You know you're blacked out when...
Rapidly advancing dairy technology has left me behind
Lord, you know it makes me high,
When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him
Follow me if you want to know.
u'll never know me (user)
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
You will know me by those colors, deep and bold, of the heart you never knew.
let me know who you are now.
The friend that mysteriously knows your secrets
Children are people readers and they know when you are fiction
Encyclopedia Brown taught me everything I need to know about opening doors
Your giant squid are precious to me. Did you know that?
they don't know what they'd do without me
finding my way back to sanity again, though I don't really know what I'm going to do when I get there
I'm Harriet Harman, you know where you can get me
Jesus He Knows Me
5 months with no sex has finally got me in trouble
I Know Who Killed Me
You don't know me, but someday you will
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
speak metaphor to me, use every language you know
cover your eyes so you don't know the secret
If you take me home tonight I know that we will kiss, and one of us will fall in love and it will be a mess.
when you reflect that john now knows how he's going to die.
I Used to Know a Man Who Killed Me Once a Week
My life has suddenly been decided for me
Librarians know the secret editions of the Kama Sutra
What in the world has come over me

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