I may be broken
But I'm anything far from fragile

You're bubbling up, aren't you?
Like the flesh,
I am scattering you to the wind.

You make such
          a perfect
        arrangement
          of atoms.

          Sitting next
            to you
             is like
          taking a sip
          of eternity,
      the sun, the stars,
              the sky,
          never tasted
            so good.

         If you tell me
         you love me,
        chances are I'll
        spend forever
        proving I love
           you more.

         Make me feel
            like I'm a
    river, and you have
          been thirsty
          your entire
                  life.                                                                       Jon York  2019

it was not quite morning when i woke in my bed
in the doorway there was darkness and a black figure i read
standing in the doorway in silence, not a word, nothing said
i could just make out its eyes: yellow, and black with a hue almost red
it was staring at me. filling me full with dread
i saw it's hands rested on the doorframe with fingers wide-spread
i tried not to scream but an airy hiss left my head
just as all of my courage and sanity fled
i swear this figure, back into the darkness it bled
until i could no longer tell it from the shadows at the foot of my bed

I have already forgotten you.
I am a fool if I say that
I still love you,
You no longer matter to me
It's impossible that
I always remember our times together
I am already moving on;
It is a great lie when I say
I still miss you badly.
I must tell you what's in my heart.