I always thought it would be the cigarettes that killed me. But then you kissed me, and I decided to breathe you in.         All of your love rushed down my throat; filling my lungs with the taste of newports and aristocrat.                It filled them with the warm sensation of something that should have never been.        You were suffocating me.                        I never thought that it was normal for someone to make you forget how to breathe. But i couldn’t find an urge to want to.         The night you left I drank enough of your favorite vodka that it tasted like your love. The corners’ of my smile were held up by dependancies’ fingertips.                 You have no heart, and I once had the mind to give you my own. However, it would be of no use now; as it is already blackened and failing from the bad habits that have formed to keep the taste that I breathed in from your kiss.                        when I found that the bottle was empty, I found that I was empty as well.