Like a moth to flame,
I sizzled and died, so quickly.
After months of happiness, I plummeted from cloud nine-
Your very essence fueled me;
I'm replacing you with nicotine,
hoping my yellowing nails will
distract me from the loss.
-our separation has become comparable to swallowing daggers-
You took all the faith I had in us,
and used its weight to crush me.
Now I'm stuck, choking on
what could have been,
and praying that it still could be.