Dreaded "D"

I didn't want to give away my life to drugs. I had seen how marijuana had consumed the love of my life. There was a choke in my throat when I thought of Faraz now. His sharp yet tender brown eyes that ended up as darkened and laden with heavy eyelids, always covered in tiredness.
I remember the cigarette burns he gave me. I remember all the times he violently made love with me, leaving me with scars all over. It was as if my body was his source of revenge. I still loved him then. Painful, however it may be.
"You'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind." Sigh.

Not all love stories are happy. I ended up losing Faraz. My Faraz now had beer in veins, smoke in his eyes and puked disgust. He in fact, was not mine at all.
I stood next to the window that was once our spot of cuddling and long conversations. There wasn't any Faraz to cuddle up or converse with him any more.
There wasn't much purpose left. I had no where to 'belong' and I only bit my lip and shed a tear.