A Farewell To A Perfect Score

I feel ill with words of repentance and love

I could never forget what it felt like

to feel my heart drop and watch as

lonley 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...