You cut off my senses.
When you embraced me, I smelt nothing through my bliss.
Now that the bliss is gone I smell your real scent; smoke and lies.
When I saw you, all I saw was happiness and maybe even love.
But now I see this pitiful person, who'd rather be false and unfaithful then be actually happy.
When you kissed me all I could taste was tenderness and something bittersweet and new.
Now, now those kisses are scarred in my memory. They truly tasted of cigarettes and manipulation.
When I heard your raspy voice, I got excited, with goosebumps all over my body.
Now those goosebumps have turned to a cold feeling of dread, because I hear you're around.
You made my senses dull, and pulled a shade over my common sense.
When I saw, heard, touched,  tasted, and smelled you, I wasn't really doing any of that.
You are a facade  of a person to the world, showing people what you think they want,
In order to get what you want.
You got me in so many ways, but thankfully not in the most important.