I am your cigarette
whose smoke clouds your head
You tell everyone I'm good for you
that I keep you warm
You ignore their constant pleas,
of my causing you nothing but harm
To you, I am a perfect fit
in between your fingers
that is where my scent lingers
I felt alive when I was lit
and with every puff
we fell in love
You became addicted to my taste
while I became addicted to your kiss
Indeed, ignorance is bliss!
But you woke up one night
and realised that baby, I'm no good
Suffocation from swirls of white
and burns from specks of ashes
allowed you to see
how toxic this love could be
Slowly you started throwing away the matches
and you began to kiss me less
left unwanted, I was tossed aside
and I watched you confess
that you would allow yourself to slide
my tiny frame around your lips one last time
I was your cigarette
until you stubbed out the last flickering flame
and made sure that I was dead
