Ashes to Ashes, Lust to Dust

She knew I hated cigarettes, right down to her nicotine breath, she really wanted to get back, she made threats I would never love again, my heart in her hand, she split it in two, right down the middle, now each side, placed on her two nightstands, both covered in ashes from her put out cigarettes, not just of hers but her many lovers too, my heart is now her ashtrays