You should have told me. You should have told me you were bad for me...

You should have told me how hard his would be,

Instead you let my love grow for you like a tree.

I entwined my roots around yours and let the tips of our branches touch,

I didn't love you as such,

but, almost maybe more, then not much.

All those nights spent under the stars,

Watching the city lights with the faintest hum of cars,

Drinking wine and smoking your dads cigars...

Little did I know you were taking me away,

A small piece of brightness each and everyday,

A small piece until all I was left with was the thought of a holiday.

A holiday I thought I was to fly on with you,

If only I knew,

What little good you had done and would do.

I pushed everyone else out of the picture,

Until it was a couples portrait featuring a love elixir,

Now its a painting of an unrecognisable me and my favourite bottle of liquor.

Loneliness hurts more then you breaking my heart,

If only I was warned at the start,

If only I could put the pieces back together that had fallen apart.

You should have told me. You should have told me you were to hurt me so badly...

I wish I hadn't pushed everyone away, I wish I weren't so lonely,

I wish I hadn't thought you were the one and only.

I wish you hadn't treated me like a trophy then, left me so coldly...

The cool air of night brushed against his cheeks. He felt a pain in his chest, an ache that once was nothing. His eyes flickered to the thing, the smooth, comforting touch of the cigarette in his hand. The very first time he let the softness of it touch his lips, the very first time he drew in the smoke he was hooked. Nothing could make him depart from the thing that made him forget the pain of life, not even his mother's death of lung cancer could persuade him. And now he lost it all, the scholarship he achieved from swimming to attend the college he most desired to attend, and his girlfriend whom he held so dear left because she couldn't deal with the smoke anymore.

He looked down upon his only friend, a tear slid from his bloodshot, tired, heavy eye. "You should have told me. You should have told me you were bad for me."