And then I met you and I knew I had missed that bad reputation
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 4:58 AM UTC
She real,
she's deep, she's
mystical, and she believes
in kindness and
oneness and romance
and magic.
She's a warrior,
and a lover.
She believes in
road trips to the moon
and stars
and dancing with
the universe.
She's fearless and
gentle, and
brave. She lives in
oceans,
waterfalls,
sunsets, and
galaxies.
She's the
artist,
the poet,
the poem, and
the dream.
She's LOVE
Jon York 2019
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
Still wondering why you were wrong when you felt so right
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
I hoped that your soul was also vintage..and I still do
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC
Many are the days I cried over my writtings,begging you to let me in
I dreamed about you and even talked to God about you
But you made it a point to ghost out
And out of it I learned to always choose me:)
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
He wore her thoughts and She wore his words,and together they were poetry
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
I'm not trying to save us anymore
I'm done thinking we might just spark enough ..
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC