Love is a
     shooting star...
It's rarely there
      Never
     seen for very long
Beautiful
           Always
              so far away
       And yet...
  You keep
          wishing on it

You just shot me in the chest.

" She said sorry often.
She apologized for apologizing too
much.
She said sorry like it was a greeting.
She apologized for everything that goes
wrong.
Because she labelled herself as a
disaster.
She was sorry for not being good
enough.
Because no one ever told her she was
good enough.
No one ever told her that she was
something more than
the mess inside her head and the
tsunami inside her heart.
So all she learned was to apologize for
every single breath she took."

Eccedentesiast

                         (.n) Someone who hides pain
                                                behind a smile.