Gone

Fighting off the urge to say your name,
is harder than fighting off the urge for a cigarette. 
The charming affects of nicotine on my mind, making it believe I need it to function. 
I can only imagine what you did to my mind. 
I can do so well for a little while, resisting the urge. But when I finally give in again, the smoke burns my lungs, makes my stomach cringe. 
I can’t even think about what you would do to me if I gave in.