Ciggarates and you

She left me because of you.

You're still here; she's not.

I stuck to you more than her.

My heart she grew; my lungs you rot.

To her emptiness, ignorance I feigned,

All while knowing my mind you reigned.

I have held you time and time again, and I have longed for her hand.

Flew in your smoke, but on her dirt, I yearn to land.

Longed for her touch so long, I let her soul wither in pain.

It isn't what I have lost that hurts; it's what I have yet to gain.

Clinging to your airy trails, I ignored her door a hundred times.

I was a tad bit too late, didn't matter how many bells I rang she refused to hear the chimes.