How do I even begin to say I'm sorry?
Amy... What I've done to you
can never be taken back.
You mean the world to me,
and I am so sorry for how awful of a
friend I've been.
I was selfish and I was so sad,
and the one person who was really there for me
was you, and I hurt you so terribly.
What I did is truly unforgivable,
and I will not even dare to ask for your forgiveness,
Because I know I am not worthy.
But I just need you to know how sorry I am,
And how I plan on letting you know.
I'm a ******* awful human being,
And I never would've realized how much I've
Turned to **** if she wouldn't have made me realize what I've done.
I was completely oblivious to the pain I had caused,
and for lack of better words,
I was blind to what I did,
Especially to you.
You were my best friend,
And I'm such a ******* idiot for hurting you.
I'm so sorry Amy. I'm so so so so so sorry.
I will find a way to make things right,
And I will tell you all of this in person.
I love you, Amy. I am so sorry for the pain I have caused.
I know I have made mistakes,
And it's time for me to own up to them.

Of course you would know just how to pull me right back down to Earth.

"if I could put it into better words, I would... I love love love you."

“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to **** one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”

They're all gone.

For so long I thought it was so beautiful to be owned, but now I see the destruction that the belief that you belong to anyone but yourself can bring.

last night I dreamt that
I had just enough confidence
to ask you on a date
I said "it can just be platonic"
because I just want to know you,
that's all I want to do
(I think so, at least).
You said, "yes,
Of course Rebecca!" with your goofy smile
and we rode off in your Jeep.

But now I'm back to reality and
I had asked you earlier what kind of
music you liked and you simply shrugged.
You let me go through your ITunes and
I saw that you really listened to everything.
You had every genre known to man in your phone
and that only made me like you more.
I accidentally touched your knee
and you "accidentally" got too close to me.
She said we were both flirting,
But we both denied it.
And you became all bashful
and I wanted to take your glasses off
so I could get that cute little stray eyelash on your upper cheek.
I said, "Guess what I'm doing tomorrow?"
and you quietly whispered, "me".
She and I looked at you in confusion
and you simply said, "Oh, I was talking about something I saw on my phone..."
And she said, "Sure... Stop flirting. It's weird."
And I sunk down into my chair
because I haven't even thought of him like that.
But in my dream,
It ended with a kiss, a touch.
It's almost as if his hands have already explored me.
I hope its not just a sad dream.

We use forever like we know it will be,
but why can't our hearts just ******* see
that nothing now last forever,
not the stars not radioactive waste,
so why did we think we stood a
chance when forever can't even
look us in the face?

I love you.

So much work...so little time.

I know the difference between love and lust, trust me, i do.
But we have to stop talking about love like its the only feeling
you're allowed to have.
Maybe I want a little fun, a little adventure, a little... Lust.
Maybe I want neither, and I just want to explore who I am attracted to.
Maybe I do want love, but just not from you anymore.
Whatever it may be, we need to stop pretending like love is the only feeling you're allowed to have.
I think then we will begin to be truthful to ourselves and our feelings.

You know nothing.

"How are you doing, baby girl?
I miss you so much, beautiful."

He kept trying to tiptoe around the word
but I just wouldn't let him.
"It's ***, you can say it. I know what *** is."
He laughed, looked me deeply in the eyes and
he said, "Fine, ***."
I smirked at him and he coyly did the same.
When she came back into the room and asked,
"gosh, I can't leave yall alone in a room for more than 5 minutes, huh?"
I looked over at him as he blushed a deep scarlet,
and I looked down as I smiled at the ground.
One second I am bold,
and the next I cannot help but to be so shy.
What is going on?

I've allowed myself to develop a crush on him, but I know I will just end up being crushed, so why bother?

Being around him takes away the feeling of loneliness that I have known for quite some time now.

Why would I deny myself the simple pleasure of your beauty?

"People's hearts are breaking and people's lives are being ruined. How is any of this right, how is any of this fair?"

His laugh is the most adorable thing I've ever heard and
I simply cannot get enough of it.

Stop ******* reminding me

Flashes of you go round and round in my mind--
Wisps of hair and the shine of the moonlight on your skin--
the sounds that escaped your mouth and
the way your back arched in the dark--
Words that you've said, or even lack thereof--
The love that held us together, even when things hurt too much--
And the end... the end where I shook with
sadness and fear of the oblivion that
you threw me into.

Will you remember the tears that ran down my face
and the words, *"Just one day more, please?"

I was trying my best to explain
just how I've been feeling lately.
It is confusing to feel that
you want to be alone,
because around others
you feel lonely.
And feeling lonely
is less than desirable.
So how do I cure this
type of loneliness?
Do I just work through it
and try my best to ignore the feeling
of being lonely?
Or do I allow myself to spend time
in solitude and to figure out
exactly who I am without all of the
parts of you attached?
I'm not sure what to do.
But I guess I'll just keep going with the tides,
they seem to know the way better than
I do.

My palm says I'm prone to letting others control my life, and I think it's time to change that destiny of mine.

You know those movies where
when the girl walks in and she is
incredibly beautiful and
the boy she likes sees her
and he does something dramatic like
dropping whatever is in his hands or
stuttering on his words?

That just happened,
But to me.

I cannot sleep,
for my body is begging me
to nourish it.

I'm so in love
I'm still in love

I've never been in love quite before
until I saw your face
and watching stars without you
my soul cries
my hething heart
is full of pain
when we're apart
the aching

I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you

You're my father
you're my soldier
you protect me, boy you save me
you're my best friend
you're my husband
you are my doctor, counselor,
provider, professor, my everything

And I love you, I love you, I love you, yes I love you
I need you, I need you, I need you, I can't live without you
I trust you, I trust you, with every ounce of me
Just teach me, boy teach me, just take me

When we make love I can feel all your spirits
deep inside of me
Baby you're so pure

I'm Kissing you forever, and ever, and ever
I love Kissing you (kissing you, kissing you)

Boy I love everything about you baby
it's been so many years since we fell in love
we got something special baby
we can cry together
we can grow together
be ourselves together
and I love you more than music
yes I love you more than music

I rather be kissing you, oh
I'm kissing you oh (kissing you, kissing you)

and through waves, others in the universe will hear us.

I used to write about how you were my "other half" but that's *******. I am whole with or without you. I do not need another person to "complete me". I need myself, and I need to love myself *equally and forever.

there was a gun on my table
lying there, silver and charcoal,
begging me to feel it's trigger.
I've waited a long time for this,
but I cannot bring myself to
take the opportunity to
grab the gun and
put it on my
temple and
let the sound ring throughout
the entire universe.

I am surely tempted,
but I have made far too many promises
to let this temptation get the best of me.

I used to write "I love you's" with my tongue down your spine, in hopes that you would know the love I possessed for you until the end of time.

I wrote poems in your skin with my lips. It's not fair that someone else gets to read them with their lips now.

When will I begin to live again?

Fill them up with love
and then leave.

Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.

it was never about you?

and if the last thing you ever said to me was "*******", then that would be okay. It is much better than an "i love you", because I know you do not mean it.

Why lie?
Whats the point in it?
I know you better than I know myself,
So why even try?

and it's about that time,
when kisses become not enough
and touching becomes a need
that burns all the way up your throat
and your fingertips yearn to know
the feeling of someone other than yourself.

That's the scariest thing about love.
When it turns on you like that...
It truly is so frightening.
One day, the same reasons they fell for you
Become the same reasons they start to hate you.
From the way you laugh to the way
You step on their toes when you dance,
To the way you tell jokes.
Or maybe it's the way you wear lipstick,
Or the way your throat makes that noise
When you drink. gulp
I always had the loudest one.
But it's not fair, it's not fair at all.

I never was the best dancer, but with you I felt like I could've been.

I wish that I could've shared this view with you.

He bought these sweetart twist things at the movies last night.
He and I sat by each other and laughed at the movie we had to attend,
And I refrained from holding his hand or getting too close.
I thought it was sweet when he offered me a candy.
I took one from the bag, and electricity passed through my body when our fingers touch.
I doubt he noticed.
But, as I took a bite, I felt like I had to puke.
I looked around and wondered what would make me think of you right now.
He looks nor acts nor smells nothing like you.
What was it?
And then it hit me.
In my shaking hands I was holding sweetarts,
Which you absolutely loved.
While they may not have been the regular ones,
They still tasted like them and still somehow reminded me of you.
I tried to keep as calm as possible,
I couldn't let this ruin such a great night that I'd been having.
So, I finished off the candy,
And I made sure to not touch them again.

this silence is much needed.

I can feel his stare as it burns through me.

How?