Giving into heartbreak was my worst decision

(blah blah blah blah blah. wtf. That is all. Oh and THANK YOU Snerky/Leanne for breathing some life into this poem that was only like a quarter formed in my mind.)

Giving into heartbreak was my worst decision

I will let you in on
my perhaps poor decision.
Not the falling, but the yielding.
And now, flashlight in hand,
I stand just inside the door.
The beam is off, I dare not
cast light into this dark.
My heart pounds so loudly,
I think the sound is why you turn.
My inhale catches, I hear
the break inside me before I feel.
I will let you in on
my positively poor decision.