A Cigarette of a Former Smoker
You didn't love me.
You never did.
I was only ever an addiction,
Just another cigarette lucky enough to taste your tongue.
You lit a fire inside me,
And as you inhaled my smokey thoughts,
I felt my very presence in your lungs,
Soon my smokey thoughts became yours.
We breathed out as one.
You craved the taste i left lingering in your mouth.
But, as time went on,
You became bored of me.
I no longer fueled your rush.
You spat me out onto the cold hard ground,
Smothering me with your foot,
Extinguishing the very flame that kept me alive.
You quit your addiction that day.
You quit me.
I guess she's your rehab.
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