What happens to a broken promise?

Does it sting
like a bee?
or creates a wound
and leaves a scar?
Does it die in the heart
or grow as a seed

Maybe it just lives
like a ghost

Or it creates strangers?

I wish I only existed within the pages of a book
I wish I was as quiet as a whisper
Just barely there, barely heard
Like a sweet lullaby
I want to exist for a quick flash
In a dream that feels like thread unraveling
Ready to be broken away and gone within a second
But it was still there
Just for that
And that’s all I’d ever need
I’m already living it

I almost died in a car accident,
I saw the Angel of Death take my
husband with him,
I desired to leave the world too
with my beloved .
The conductor refused me to board the bus,
Saying my name was not on the list for almost twenty years to come.
So here I am writing poetry on HP.
23/9/2020

Everything hurts again.
I don’t want it to but it does.
It hurts and I can’t do anything about it.

My heart is ripped out there are teeth sinking into it.
Claws are marking my body again.
My mind is being burned by the fire.

Yet this time
I can’t feel the claws
I can’t feel the fire.
I only feel the teeth.

They’re sharp
they’re deadly
this time they will win
I will lose.

I don’t want to win this one.
They can have each other
I’ll stick to myself now.

I’m done with this game
I’m done with this temporary light.

At least in the darkness, I’ll be there
I know who else is there too.
No one it’s just me
I’m okay with that.
I’ll sit in the dark with myself.

Yet still
"I love you until my dying day"