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Gone. His child grows inside me.

—
Veronica Keegan-Moore

 

 

“I don’t cheat.”

“You do now.”

—
Christopher Sorrentino

 

 

Love, unreturned

is still worth

feeling.

—
Lisa Stanton

 

 

Birthday cake one day late.

Forgiven.

—
Tricia Callahan

 

 

It hurts even worse

in French.

—
Derek Pollard

 

 

She married another guy.

Her loss.

—
Will Allen

 

 

I love you but

fuck you.

—
Dean Haspiel

 

 

Gave my heart;

lost a friend.

—
Johan Dahlberg

 

 

Sixteen, forced to have

an abortion.

—
Lynne Bailey

 

 

Loved him.

Hated her.

Now gay.

—
Paul Wysocki

 

 

They all came

before they left.

—
Scott O’Neil

 

 

She looked at me and ran.

—
Matt LoGuercio

 

 

I am a goddess.

Please agree.

—
Abiola Abrams

 

 

We “I do”-ed.

Then, he didn’t.

—
Lisa Parrack

 

 

I was smitten, now I’m smote.

—
Bobby Wynne

 

 

Much

married,

fourth time

is charmed.

—
Erica Jong

 

 

Saw, meet, kiss,

live, share, betray.

—
Chris Witko

 

 

She then turned,

laughed, and left.

—
David Abutbul

 

 

She owns my heart, always will.

—
Scott Lynn

 

 

Was a tramp;

now a feminist.

—
Evelyn Sharenov

 

 

My sluggish laptop;

his archived porn.

—
Lara Tupper

 

 

Slept with most of my friends.

—
Lisa Haines

 

 

Couldn’t save him.

Thought I could.

—
Jiffy Page

 

 

I want to flip my claddagh.

—
Joann Wang

 

 

My marital advice?

Marry an orphan.

—
Kristina Wright

 

 

Seventeen, already love

being the mistress.

—
Molly Savage

 

 

Only feels right when it’s not.

—
Mary Miller

 

 

It’s better when

you’re the celebrity.

—
Lux Alptraum

 

 

Our song:

Pat Benetar’s

“We Belong.”

—
Daniel Handler

 

 

We touch each other, 8500km apart.

—
Michelle Yoon

 

 

Zooey Glass is my

only love.

—
Beth Dunigan

 

 

Dogs remain

faithful,

husband off leash.

—
Gail Reilly

 

 

He picked Jets over sex. Sigh.

—
Paula Edgar

 

 

Best first date ever. Then, nothing.

—
Tsia Christina Harris

 

 

Love is living

on Avenue D.

—
Virginia Graham

 

 

My stockings looked better on him.

—
Renee Guillory

 

 

Tomorrow, maybe, I’ll

sell the ring.

—
Matt Tanner

 

 

My least favorite word is platonic.

—
Nicole Bohn

 

 

Flicked my Bic;

busted my bubble.

—
Bird E. Miller

 

 

In reunion dream,

you had hair.

—
Sarah Bird

 

 

My self-esteem

died that day.

—
Sandi Brown

 

 

I searched him on Google.

Nothing.

—
Cybele O’Brien

 

 

He lied, I cried, love died.

—
Jeanette Cheezum

 

 

Tired of hurting me, she said.

—
John Sheffield

 

 

He was The One.

I wasn’t.

—
Cathy Collinson

 

 

Wonder-filled, and

 

never a dull torment.

—
Diane Ackerman

 

 

Polaroid Love: Right

there. Click, whirrrrr.

—
Jay Randall

 

 

Wonder Woman fell for

Green Lantern.

—
Kellie Dooher

 

 

I love penises

more than chocolate.

—
Mary Chang

 

 

Marriage, children, empty nest:

now what?

—
Oliver House

 

 

Pining. Falling. Crashing.

Burning. Not interested.

—
Stephanie Gerst

 

 

Didn’t realize I’d still be lonely.

—
Pamela Cash

 

 

He was French and I wasn’t.

—
Ann Lamas

 

 

Irish guys are easy.

Crabs suck.

—
Alexa Joy Sherman

 

 

Will luck hold? Jury still out.

—
Darin Strauss

 

 

Found him at Crazy Horse

Saloon.

—
Stephanie Robertson