I feel ill with words of repentance and love.

i could never forget what i felt like to feel my heart drop

and watch as lonely insects swarmed around it

and fed off like a disease to a diagnosed patient.

you no longer see me. what am i doing but holding back tears and thinking of

you.

with this tainted image of me.

with no longer love but disappointment.

i'm still here.

i just forgot i was human for a second

and that i can't just be some image.

i have error.

i long to hear your voice again untainted with openness.

i'm sorry for what i have done.

i'm sorry. what have i done?

and for what i have done i am truly sorry.

words for you are like my pot of gold.

let me not have spent my riches but without this friendship i feel poor.

though i will still reflect on what we had and all of the potential...