i've watched the clips,
i've read the articles,
i've been educated.
but i'm independent
and i don't believe the media.
i am unique and i fend for myself.
but with each puff of smoke
you blow out the truth
and it lingers in the air,
polluting my lungs and destroying my heart.
you say i can lean on you,
but cigarettes don't stand on their own
they crave a soft pair of lips.
and hers,
glossy and inviting,
welcome you,
happy to be your murderer.

you told me to quit.
you didn't want to harm me anymore.
but i'm addicted.
just one last drag so your deadly smoke can hold me together.
and as i breathe in your sweet poison,
your filter breaks
and the buzz that rushes through my veins is too much.
my lungs swell and i enter into a violent fit.
i gasp for air but your venom is spreading fast.
i choke one final time
and fall to the ground,
a grey cloud leaves my trembling mouth.
you look at my ashy body and take the killer from my cold fingers.
just one last drag,
and then you're done.
but i was never as important as a light,
so you forget,
and step over a tragic memory,
as if i was a crushed butt on the hot cement,
and you know you'll never stop,
because you're addicted too.