Vapor // l.h. #Wattys2016

She left with his cheeks stained with tears and his eyes glossed over, the feeling of her physically coursing through his veins. Breathing her in, tainted with a sickly sweet smell, imprinted in his mind forever. The lies coming from her mouth were just as sweet as the cloud that followed her around. She has what he wants, its not a lot, but if he were to find himself without her for the slightest second, the feeling would drag him in withdrawal. He wouldn't believe she'd leave him even if she said it with her own mouth, he'd break the truth even if it meant he'd break hisself for her. He told himself it wasn't a lie if he didn't look her in the eye. She told him what he needed and he'd be an idiot to say she was wrong. She was his drug, his everything and his nothing after she burnt out. She came into his life and left his life as a mystery. She was just as dangerous as the fumes of her he was inhaling.

"The heart was made to be broken." -Oscar Wilde