If love
can be lied about
then it never
really was.

A wound
that just won't heal
so I embrace the pain
of distant memories
of the hopes and dreams
that I had
when I was thinking
that I had so much
to gain.

What a crying shame
that I used to think
that I would die without her
but now I find myself
wishing I'd never met her,
or played her
little games.

The feeling
just will not die even
though all she ever did
was lie .

What she did
for me was give
inspiration to write
so into the night
I go to write
which is much better
than looking
for a fight.                              Jon  York                  2012