The Dairy of a Broken Heart

I kept your words inside my diary,
Every page still smells like you,
You said you will never leave me,
But tell me, was that true?

I waited at that old bus station,
In rain, in cold, in fear,
You promised you would come to me,
But you never appeared.

Now I write alone at midnight,
With tears and a broken pen,
Maybe love is just a tricky game,
Where no one ever wins.