Unkept Promises.

You said you didn't use me,
then why am I feeling like a whiskey bottle, which is only important until the drink's over. Gone.
You said you would never hurt me,
then why do I feel as if someone just ripped open my chest, yanked my heart and guts out and left me lying on the floor to die. But not quite dead.
Undead.
You said you'd never leave me,
then why am I feeling like a lone cigarette in the pack.
Unlit.
You told me that you'll never break my heart.
Then why do I feel as if it just broke into a thousand hundred pieces and there's nothing -NOTHING!- I can do to put it back.
Together.
You said you love me.
And now I look back to all these promises you didn't keep and why does it feel as if you never loved me at all.