Empty and Used

All I am to you is a cigarette. When you're lonely, you'll light me up. You'll use me until there's barely anything left. I'll try my best to give you the last of my strength. But when it's no longer enough and you're getting bored, you'll drop me, step on me, crush me. It's over. All I am is a pawn in your game. Your cruel game where I can't choose the ending. You'll fall out of love and I won't. I'll sit back and wait for you even though I want nothing more than to get up and run away. You'll come back when you're bored of your new "love", knowing I'll worship you and give you all the love I have. Now my heart is breaking. The world has collapsed and I'm the only one standing. My knees are weak and every step I take feels heavier than the last. A flame has burnt through everything I believed in, demolished everything I thought was true. I'm drowning in my own tears and you're melting in her eyes. My heart is in his hand and he's crushing it as their hands fit together perfectly. I'll never get it back. I'm empty. He's happy.