Marlboro, reds, shorts

I don't want to put out my cigarette.

I'm not even close to the letters.

The burn in my throat,

The smoke in my eye

Isn't as bad as it seems.

As if the money I paid was not for sticks of cancer,

But for the conversations I could start.

For the buzz my body wants.

The peace I was looking for.

But I look for my lighter instead.

I want to light another cancer stick.

I hate losing my lighter but it's for the best right?

A water bottle is better than not having a cup for soda

I ask someone for one anyways and continue to breath in.

Not so lucky when your on your last one.

I love you but you hate me.

You kill my insides and my outsides show it.

I would cross oceans, countries, and even states just so I can steal a puff for the 85th.

I would kill for a cigarette but I don't want it to do the same for me.