To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

Inside you

is where I want to

be,

thrusting

within the folds

of your mind

penetrating

the sweet softness

of your soul,

throbbing

as I release my love

deep within you.
                                     Jon York   2019.

You must re-invent yourself
may your tears turn to sweet dew
that make the leaves of your soul shine



Shhh
Let the wind speak for us



loneliness is not a punishment
loneliness is the sweet companion
that whispers poetry in our ears

Sometimes saying goodbye to someone
doesn't nearly hurt as much
as saying goodbye to the version of you
that existed alongside them.

I call you family
I call you friend
Yet you disappoint me
Again and Again

Unconditional love
Its what I know
Despite your flaws
I love you so

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.