I wonder what the
prettiest colour in the world is.
I think it is a mix of the hues in your eyes
and those teeth the moon could only
dream of shining so brightly
when you smile at me.

Dear diary;
I do not feel-
no, I do not feel anymore.
Sometimes I can feel my heartbeat,
or a lonely butterfly in this stomach
but that pales in comparison to
when I used to feel alive,
to feel any hope at all.

So what is left
of a broken soul?  
Just the empty shell of a man
who barely knows what
it means to exist.

We may not have been
each other's favorite chapter,
but I hope you can still smile when
you turn back the page to
where we began.

When people of
our past speak of us,
they speak of a person
they do not know anymore
and that no longer exists.

It came like a cloud
that appeared out of nowhere,
like an unexpected storm
upon my shores without warning.
One moment there was sun,
and the next,
darkness.

No matter how many  
obstacles life throws at me,
I will always love you,
and will fight such obstacles
to hold on to and cherish
the miracle that is you.