228.

Then blew a strong wind
of denial over the
corpse of their union.

227.

But he still broke them.
Scattered veins in the desert
of his empty eyes.

226.

Said he would cherish
each careful design like a
dream of forever.

225.

Boy once said that he
was infatuated with
the sharpie drawn hearts

peeking out from
the ripped knees of girl's faded
and well worn through jeans.

224.

Stuck in the morass
of emotion's quagmire, left
to a slow drowning.

223.

I view the compass
of your heart's lost struggle from
a hollow distance.

222.

Under the cover
of your mouth, I see myself
coated in passion.