I am a mystery, a puzzle to be solved.
I am every day it gets harder as I struggle through the day as the pain just seems to grow.
I am just another love not meant to be and I was just too blind to see.
I am why am I so addicted to her memory.
I am not the answer but I'll always be the question.
I am the dark side of love and loss.
I am running on empty but always just a step behind what I am trying to find.
I am a writer that does not write to catch her eye with these private thoughts that come alive as ink.
I am  a writer that writes to allow my soul to live.
I am sometimes I crawl into myself because there I can write and it gets me through the night.
I am things inside my head never said, random thoughts of things that I have  sought.
I am respect for myself, respect for others, responsible for my own actions.
I am feelings that are written as a message on paper.
I am sometimes you just need to put the past away and move on with your life.
I am it's been awhile since I've been truly happy.
I am why didn't I see it coming.
I am a Poet with so much to say and maybe she will hear me someday.
I am the eternity I saw in her eyes but what I missed were all of the lies.
I am a heart that is slowly dying from the disease called love.
I am you played me like a video game and I will never be the same.
I am unforgettable moments that came to pass.
I am time machines and broken dreams.
I am even when it is all done, it isn't.
I am....                                                           Jon York                       2012