It was a white powdery substance that shot up his nose with the straws I bought for myself to drink my spoiled girl iced tea. It was a stain that I could never wipe away no matter how much bleach I used. It ruined my counters with razor blade cuts; that perfected the giant lines of white dust. It was a headache of lies that broke my trust. It was a constant blizzard of hell with a side of tears and heart ache. It made who I thought I knew into a stranger a ghost; someone I feared. It made me jealous, and uneasy. I craved it to. It made me angry and vindictive. I cried. More then I laughed. I frowned more then I smiled. I screamed STOP. It didn't listen. Cocaine took over the only one I ever loved while leaving a mess in its aftermath. I hate it. It's infected my home. Infected my life. Cocaine. It killed me without me ever touching it. It created me without having the addiction. Cocaine. I died the last time it took him. My ashes of who I once was lay within the white powdery substance. I cry. Cocaine.