I'm sorry that things turned out like this. I thought we were meant to be together, but now, we're so far apart that I don't even know what you're doing. Did you ever finish your degree? Did you ever move back to your home country? I wish I could have stayed in contact long enough to know that you're safe and happy. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but you also hurt me too. But I still miss your friendship even after these few years. I'm sorry I was so selfish, and I'm sorry that my apology is still just another selfish thing for me to write. But this is my chance to forgive myself for the things I've done wrong. How I treated you was one of those things. How I hid you was another. I'm truly sorry for how things ended up. Maybe someday we'll be friends again.

Immortality is a curse

Whose ideology

Is brought upon those

Unfortunate beings

Who believe the world

Will become better

As time continues on.

It’s filled with false hope

Over learning new skills

And traveling the world.

But what happens

When you’ve done all you can

But no one else survives

Alongside you?

What happens

When the world decays

Around you?

Immortality is the curse

Of ending up alone

With all the knowledge

In the world

But no one to share it with.

Hope glows like fireflies

Hiding under people's skin

Like little dots of light

Up close

But a beacon

To those far away.

A step through the door

And up the steps we go.

My tiny hand at her knees,

One, two, three, four,

Counting the step we walk up.

Five, six, seven, eight,

Reaching the landing,

But it's too late.

A simple push to her knees

And down she goes.

Mommy's head is turning red

And I call out her name

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy"

As my Daddy takes me away.

All I am is a toy

To mess around with

And use as you need.

I don’t have feelings of my own

Besides the ones

That you think I have.

I’m moldable to your will.

All I am is your toy.

Leaves fly past

Signifying the change in season

As I watch from my porch,

My safety box.

Every breath and every movement

Reveals the want to escape the protection,

The tape,

But fear,

insecurity,

worry,

Keeps me trapped in the box,

The porch,

Never to unbind the tape,

The protection,

That comforts me as I hide from reality.

Mistakes are the pathway

To a better understanding

Of how the world works.

But

A better understanding

Doesn't always mean

That there will be success.

Success is the trail

That one stumbles upon

As it is hidden within

The path that mistakes create,

Easy to miss

And hard to follow.

The happiest life

Is not one

Where you have the love of the world

But one

Where you have a world of love

For yourself.