I feel ill with words of repentance & 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. within 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...