I am so sick of
writing about her
but does my heart hold
hurt and shame from
playing her game?

Are my eyes filled
with tears from what
they have seen
and from so many lies
that they have heard?

I should have never
kissed those lips
or opened my mouth saying
" you are the one,"
and "we will never
come undone."

I should have never
wasted my breath
because together any longer
could have meant
someone's death.

But I can't seem
to get her off my mind
even though the two years
with her were so miserable
and unkind filled
with lies upon lies but in
the final moments I realized
that she was only a detour
and not a dead end
and certainly not a friend
because all that she
could ever do
was pretend.

Failure is a teacher
and maybe just a slight delay
and not a defeat
and it gave me new direction
and next time I won't bring
so much heat
and be a little more discreet
with who I pick
and keep a sharper eye
out for those
low life tricks.

Do my words make me transparent
revealing to readers
what is inside of my head
and what makes me tick...
and failure should teach us
and not be our undertaker
but without the hurt
and without the love
I expierenced there would
be no words
and no poetry.

I am done
being walked all over
and I have picked myself up
and got back on my feet
because that is what I do
better than anything
and why I survive
so don't judge me
as there is so much more to me
than meets your disdaining eye
especially after discovering
that you were just
one big lie.                                  Jon York        2012