I want to write your name on this cigarette
As my lungs absorb the smoke
And feel you ruin me for the very last time.
I want to watch it slowly burn away.
Erasing every last trace as I shake off the remaining ashes in the wind.
As I inhale the smoke, and feel your toxins course through my bloodstream
Feeling you ruin me, in euphoria, knowing I'll never have to know this feeling again.
I take one last drag, long and hard.
Pondering on the past, and I flick it away.
I watch it roll down the gravel, holding on to the last burning ember.
It goes out; you go out.
Never to be seen, thought of, or felt again.