Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.

Its nights like these that are my favorite.
When I’m sitting next to you
and your leg is rubbing mine,
while you play your new game
and I play on my computer.
But we aren’t ignoring each other.
On the contrary.
Each muscle is aware of your skin on mine
and your breathing has matched my own.
While we each pick songs that we grew up with
talking about the part of our life that they impacted.
Even ten years later,
there’s so much about you that I want to know.

The way she feels,
       her smell,
    touch  , taste,
        and how
   she  sounds  are
     all ingredients
               for
       the fix to my
          addiction.                                                                     Jon York   2019

Filled up with hate.
I wish I could escape.
For these horrendous feelings?
I wish I could shake them.
But this is all so deranged,
On the weak they play.
I guess it’ll always be a never ending game.
Cause all anyone does is drive me to going insane.

Breathe deeply
Inhale
Exhale
When the world
Starts to tilt
On its axis.

Stand up.
Believe in your
Strength.

For your strength
Has gotten you through
100% of all of
Your very
Worst days.