Better Than Nothing At All

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