I am breaking the promise
that I made to myself, .
The one I made
to my heart and soul.
That I would not write love poetry
for you, ever again.

To lock my heart in a vault.
So those thoughts of you
Can not get back inside.
And haunt me in my dreams.

I am throwing away
the keys to my heart.
Into the deepest ocean.
Never to be found again.

I need to excise the ghost you left
haunting the ruins of my soul.
Walking about inside it
As if it was still your home.
even though
I was ever enough
to keep you here.

I promised I would let you go.
So I can continue
surviving and breathing
Even with the dagger
You left in my heart.

I promised myself
I did not need loving thoughts
of you to write
my poetry any more.

But here I am again.
Writing  more love poems for you.
Because you are still the muse
of every one of my creative thoughts.

And without you
There is no more
poetry left in me.
So because...
because...
.because of that.

This is better....
........This is better
.......................This is better.
Than nothing at all.