(unfinished; in the works)

Slowly learning to cope,
but all I have is dope.
Every day, I stay high,
wishing you never said bye.
As these cigarettes burn,
I'm still caught in yearn.
For the love you gave & took away,
left me feeling stray.
Is this where I belong?
Because it's beginning to feel wrong.
I wanted you here with me,
now there's nothing we could be.