Breaking Habits

I am used to,

soft sighs

and goodbyes

parted lips

touching hips

without the

promise of

tomorrow.

Being alone

in the afterglow

it is time

I should let go,

I know

but

my heart begs

not to get

hurt.

It has been so long

I can't forget

I can't let myself

get broken again.

Dying

Trying

to prove myself wrong.

The last time

I got addicted

i wound up

evicted

I couldn't have predicted,

I would find you.