confessions of a heartbroken smoker

As I light a cigarette, I can't help thinking why I smoke?


It doesn't do me any good.


It burns my lips,


hurts my eyes,


and as I inhale its dark smoke,


it brings pain to my chest


and take me to a state where loneliness and emptiness reside.


As I throw it's butt,


I promised that I would never light another stick again..


Yet its scent haunts...


What the hell.


I took out another stick


and realized I'm already hooked.


It's just like a destructive love...



passionate

yet,



harmful








and


addictive...

:(