Smokers

I hate smokers

I dont know why

but I miss you

and your kisses

laced with nicotine

this addiction 

reminds me of your

shitty ways

how you spoke of quitting

but you never had

and i had feared that

you'd die on me

the way you hold that thing

in your hand

leaving my hand cold

and alone

i miss you and that cloud of smoke

but i hate smokers.