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.