\i-'pi-fe-ne\
noun

: there are promises that
escaped your deceiving mouth,
promises I clung to
as if I am clinging for
dear life. And when the
moment arises that you
should be making good
of thy promises, I reached
for a hand to hold and
felt no one there,
just the coldness
of an abandoned soul
left bare.
Then I knew, I am
my own lover.