I was stranded in the dark, looking for a little spark, you wanted to take all traces of you.
But on my heart, you had left your mark.
You had set fire to my soul, and like smoke clogging up lungs, spirals of you within me spun.
Every time, I ended up, winded and stunned.
I still cough up wisps of you, does this happen to you to?
-The effects of losing you. ~n.i~