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

To lock the doors to my heart
So those thoughts of you
Could 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.

To exercise 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.
To continue surviving and breathing
Even with the dagger
You left in my heart.

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

But here I am again.
Writing to you more love poems.
Because you are still at the base
of every one of my thoughts.

And without you
There is no more
poetry left in me.
So because....because of that.
This is better....
........This is better
.......................This is better.
Than nothing at all.