please don't leave me
i know i'm a mess
i know i'm a wreck
but i love you more than anything
and i'm trying my hardest
i'm really trying

“What do you want,” he asks, his eyes bloodshot.

“Hurt me.” She says. “I want you to hurt me.”

Can anyone hear me
If I’m screaming in my own head
I’m trying to be heard
But nothing comes out
Silence isn’t golden
If your trying to be found
Please send help
If you can hear the silence growing around

Let the eyes be clean as a whistle
See beyond and
Feed the mind, the wisdom of Solomon and
Quench the thirstiness, riches of the world
Wish your thought, luck of the Irish
Pursue the quest
Leave no stone unturned and
Let the wallet smile the notes
For thy success in disguise

Don't fear the pain,

use it,

keep it there,

beside you,

and maybe,

just maybe,

it will give you the words to say in a poem,

or the notes to play in a song,

for sometimes

it is flying with what hurts,

that gives us the colors to paint with.
                                                                                        Jon York    2018