mothers warn their sons about you
you’re cold disguised as warm
you’re the chest pain the broken hearted girl gets when she hears his name
the loud weep in the club bathroom
you’re the sinking feeling in a stomach
you’re everything ugly in this world and yet
i still find beauty in your crooked smile
in the birthmark just above your hip
the sound of your laugh resonates like a song you just can’t get out of your head
see love is cruel like that
you just can’t shake it
the most beautiful things are always the most damaging
you’re a storm
why else are hurricanes named after people?

The best people
Hate, love, laugh, cry, learn, experience

It’s the epitome of what it is to be human

He's my favorite poet
but he doesn't write his words
with pen or paper
instead he breathes them into my neck
while painting me
with the smooth touch of his lips
His hands glide over my body
effortlessly and smooth
while he sculpts out my figure
better than Michelangelo
ever could
He is my favorite artist
and I am his favorite piece
but I am afraid
that all art must be finished
one day
B.S.

I feel brought back to life
By the touch of your lips
I feel most like myself
With your hands on my hips
Why do I feel most grounded
While I’m falling from the grips

I want to feel loved.

I crave the melting of flesh into mine.
Boiling pores and sweating fingertips
tracing my face.
I lace myself into your hair and make myself a nest.
I am safe,
but not for long.

For I will never feel safe again,
not in your arms,
not in the arms of any.
I am *****,
soiled,
used,
empty.

I am not a body of love,
No longer a *** of milk tea
on a cold day.
Watercolour stains wash away with water.

I am viper,
I am splinters,
hangnails,
and paper cuts.

I will never be soft again,
and it’s your fault.
I will never forgive you for that.

Too many
    people
undervalue
what they are,
and overvalue
what they're
not.
                                                                                               Jon York  2019