Tonight I am breaking promises again.
The ones I made to my heart.
That I would not write
poetry to you ever again.
To lock the doors to my heart.
Throwing away the keys
Into the deepest ocean.
To exercise the ghost you left
haunting the ruins of my soul.
As if I was still your home.
As if I was ever enough
to keep you here.
I promised I would let you go.
Surviving and breathing
even with the dagger
you left in my heart.
I promised I did not need thoughts
of you to write my poetry.
But here I am again.
Writing to you more poems.
Because you are at the base
of every one of my thoughts.
And without you
there is no poetry left in me.
So because....because of that.
This is better....this is better....this is better.
Than nothing at all