81.

Too often love is
used as a curse instead of
a hopeful blessing.

80.

Sometimes those bottles
are only illusions to
an empty symptom.

79.

Smoke wafts up like wraiths
in the sky, lighting up their
passion in fire.

78.

The way he bends and
writhes beneath the ropes tying
him before me, woos.

77.

The soft expulsion
of her breath teases my mouth
into surrender.

76.

Rationality
tends to escape when it comes
down to emotions.

75.

We're all somebody's
ghost. So keep loving fine lines
for some company.

74.

The beauty of the
sky holds, as stars mirror this
emotion's disease.

73.

Wonderful things did
happen today too. When do
we remember that?

72.

This tortured version
of mimed hearts paints itself
a stained mockery.

71.

There is little as
satisfying as the pain
when my tongue whips him.

70.

The pulse of his breath
will never escape my lungs.
Choking down history.

69.

I will forever
be haunted by her face, cast
in memories.

68.

The wind rustles through
the trees and brushes down my
hair like soft fingers.