POETRY THAT STAYS

And I'm talking about you, not the cigarettes

When I fell in love with you, you didn't like a lot of the things that I do. You didn't like me drinking every other week. 

You didn't like me cursing. And you definitely didn't like me smoking cigarettes. There's just something about that stick. 

It gave me warmth during the coldest days and it relieved me of all my stress, even if it was just for a few minutes. But then I met you. 

And with you came the warmth I've been craving all my life. You were not just a temporary haven when I'm feeling overwhelmed, you were my home.

I considered dropping the cigarettes. People thought that it was hard and even impossible but it seemed like an easy task if it meant keeping you. 

But things fell apart. The world was suddenly cold and I am suddenly without a home. And while I'm writing this, I have a cigarette in my mouth.

 I guess quitting habits is hard, maybe even impossible. And I'm talking about you, not the cigarettes.