The simple answer is they were just stories masquerading as promises:
I love you, misunderstood application
Alcohol, induced honesty
Hands, need no prompting
Making love, choreography
Compliments, grammatical recitation
Place in your heart, the corner lining.

When the light turns red I won't be stopping
For my thoughts move too fast than to
Match the slowing staccato of my feet.

What a strange way to be
Moving too fast for your feet to follow
Though I suppose it is how most become over time.

semi-colon;
where a sentence could have ended but did not,
instead adding a rejoinder.
the space between the dot and comma
there hovers the fate of lovers,
the whispers of hope for the hurting,
and the continuance for those
awaiting the now postponed end;

semi-colon;
the tattoo of a writer who has something
left to say, the brand of those
whose adolescent tendencies pull them from delivering
that much needed break, fracture,
ending of the story.

the ghost of where you could,
or perhaps should, have stopped.

I think of your new hands on my hips,
Only for a second only for a passing,
But when I try to mark and label the feeling flickered in that moment,
Experience veils my mind from the ability to distinguish my emotions.

I think of how a particular cologne no longer lingers,
Of how it no longer holds the poignancy of my young love,
Now I begin to distrust my ability to distinguish adolescent friendship from the once experienced love,
Experience lends me incapable of knowing my hearts intention by that flickering,
As I think of your new hands on my hips.

Finally,
but not all at once
the memories faded,
a sigh of relief will be felt
coupled with the acid,
of bitter nostalgia
the pain of remembering,
those things that you
must now forget.

Anti-thesis *******,
when a world is to be
,soon,
irrevocably altered.

"You deserve better than smoke filled hands"
uttered from one a.m. alcoholic lips
yet blunt and utterly truth,
this truth, this veritas
released unknowing of just how poignant it was.

Poetry,
from the alcoholic lips
of ex- adolescent lovers.