My Book of Poems

Cigarettes

To me,
you were like cigarettes
I tried to quit
but one day I said
"just one last one"
it was just like the time
I said I'll just call
to say how you're doing
and that "last" cigarette
turned to my last pack
just like the time I called
and said I wanted to
stay friends
and then it hit me
I couldn't stop smoking
just like I couldn't stop loving you
cigarettes could've killed me
but so could you