For so long
it seems I have yearned
to see some light
and a way out of this
self-imposed darkness and suddenly
I saw the light at the end
of this tunnel that I have been in
and realized that I
don't need it anymore.

I don't need her lies
and I don't need her backward
WALMART country ways
and for sure I don't need
her "my way or the highway"
controlling days.

We all have stories
WE WILL NEVER TELL
but she chose to lie
and everybody knows why
and she gets by
on what she can sell
to those around her
as she lives in her
own private Hell.

I am tired
of writing poems
about "happy ever afters,"
"true love," and "the one" because
it has all been said and done
in a world of
disappointments, cheaters,
and "happy never afters."

If you have
never been there
do not think that you
know the way
but maybe you will see
someday and learn what games
you must play.

I was much
too strong for her
and I gave her so much more
than she deserved
and it is finally nice to know
even after being knocked so low
that I don't need it anymore
and I am so glad
that she walked out
that door.           Jon York                   2012