i stand outside in the breeze,
hands by my side,
head tilted back,
and breathe.
i pull out the box of cancer hidden away in my pocket,
and from the opposite pocket i pull out a lighter.
i look at the floor at my feet,
then forward,
and breathe.
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this is you're fault,
it's you that makes me do this.
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i strike the lighter,
and light the cancer stick.
in a trance like movement i put the lighter back in my pocket.
i put the cigarette up to my mouth,
and breathe in.
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you destroyed me until there was nothing left,
you left me to pick up the pieces while breaking them even smaller,
you broke me,
and didn't think twice
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i breathe out,
the smoke clouding around my face.
but I don't care,
in actual fact,
I like the smell,
the bitter yet sweet clings to me.
I pull the cigarette back to my lips,
I breathe in deeper this time.
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i can't look at you anymore,
I see you before you see me,
and I squish against the wall to save any sort of contact or conversation.
you don't notice it,
you just once again,
throw me away.
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I breathe out,
the smoke attacking my clothes now,
for im mad,
but I'm sad.
I barely leave another breath before,
I breathe in once more.
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you were my cigarette,
addictive.
but now you're the smoke I guess,
you attack me,
stick around all the time when I don't want you there,
and you eventually leave,
when it suits you.
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I breathe out.
and stomp the cancer stick into the ground,
grinding it with my shoe.
thinking of you as i did it.
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"you were my cigarette"
(i don't smoke btw guys)
