Smoking kills people and it kills me to think of you smoking. No matter how many times you try to quit, you will always fail, because you don't want to quit, you need the nicotine, you need the smoke in your lungs and you only want to quit because of me. I just want you to know that I do want you to quit for me, because everytime I see you light a cigarette my heart aches. I don't want to lose you and every time I see you inhale and exhale the smoke, everytime I see those grey clouds rising to the sky, I realize that I will lose you. It doesn't matter when. Maybe in 60 years, maybe in 10, but just remember that everytime you light one my heart aches, because I realize that I will lose you and that's the last thing I want.
09/20/2016
YOU ARE READING
To myself: rest in peace
PoesieThis is a toast to all the girls I've been and all the lives I've lived. The good, the bad, the inevitable. A collection of poems written by myself.
