As you hang out of your sticker filled window at 12am, lighting a tobacco cigarette
I question your motives
I patiently watch the ash detach itself from the end of the cancer causing glow
Through the wind it flies, amongst the whistling gaps of dying grey trees
It's winter now and things are cold, yet the glinting cigarette is diffusing heat into your large palms
I silently demand a reason why someone so beautiful would commit such a ***** crime to their lungs
But I can see the look in your autumn filled brown eyes, I can see the loneliness
And the more I inquisite, the more I know that our love is the careless cigarette

You are the ash drifting away from me
I am the ash hopelessly falling for you
You are the tobacco holding a great taste for adventure
I am the tobacco to fill your missing void
You are the nicotine that creates my addiction
I am the nicotine that shows persistence and annoyance
You are the glow that shows the spark in my eyes
I am the glow that is slowly wasting away
You are the tar that is clogging my heart the way lungs are filled
I am the tar that slowly kills one

The chances of smoking killing you are fairly high, yet some luckily dodge the illnesses accustomed to it

I am dying of a broken heart, but you

you

are the lucky one

You ripped the heart right out of me,
You were the very death of me.
I went into denile to make it through,
Because I would not be the death of you.

I ran into the ground,
It was salt in the wound,
I died inside in utter silence,
Took up a razor just to try this,

My heart stopped when I saw your eyes,
Could it be you or just a disguise?
I tore apart myself,
Until there was just nothing left.

You left a hole where my heart should be,
You ripped the world away from me,
I have to deal with this change,
Even though it feels so strange,
I write this in my bed,
Just to point out the fact that you're dead.

I want to dig a trench six by two,
I want to stop and bury you,
I want to spend time with what remains,
I want to bury you to save my rotting brains,
I just want closure,
Now that its all over.
I want to feel your heartbeat with my hand,
Oh the splendor would be grand,
Your body inspires inquisite,
Your life was exquisite.
Then there was your death,
It took away my breath.
But I have to leave the life I knew,
And take some lies for true,
I must leave you behind,
And clear you out of my mind.
I must cleanse my soul,
And take control,
And forget the light that was you,
But all I want is to hold you.