Oh my dear,

Your smile has become a relic. Our memories have become an icy memorial to the changes that stand between us both.
I will not miss you, as our metamorphoses have driven us to a paradoxical stand still. I will only miss the person you took with you as you changed. Our recollection will be kept on a high level of respect and adoration; it will leave a defined absence in my life, however it will fade, just as you and I both have.
You suck the life out of me.

As a cigarette asphyxiates the lungs, you have taken my breath away.

Damage toll, damage toll, and you my dear have played your roll.
You left in silence but left me with loud bewilderment, my head a hurricane of questions and assumptions.
But I've gotten worse, and I'm falling into my old habits again.
And this time, no one will be able to catch me.
I wouldn't permit it if I could.
Different girl. Same lines.