live life in warm yellows
when the sky is a dark gray and the clouds are a loveless black
live life in light pinks
when the trees are dying browns and the flowers are wilting ebonys
live life in bright blues
when the waters are a wild taupe and the sand is a rough onyx
live life in the colors of life;
for life is exquisite
but to see such radiance and beauty,
one must be appreciative and live life in warm yellows
reds,
oranges,
greens,
blues,
indigos,
and violets.
life is full of color, but one must be able see that to truly enjoy living

He stopped loving me.
The same boy who told me he wanted me to take his last name stopped loving me.
The same boy who said he would fight for me stopped loving me.
The same boy who held me and told me he would never let go stopped loving me.
The same boy who would write me poems at 3am stopped loving me.
The same boy who always talked about our future stopped loving me.
The same boy who said he would never stop loving me stopped loving me.
Why did he stop loving me?