Cigarettes

A cigarette relit

Tasted too wrong

Thrown out of the car window

There are no more

That is our love, my boy.

Not mine.

It once tasted so good

I got a little too addicted

Kept relighting what should have been left to the ground

Because you hurt my lungs

So I put you away

But when there is nothing left

I know I’ve kept you

Because you tempt me

Nearly every day

So when I am craving you

Even though I know that I will cringe at the taste of you

There is nothing as bitter-sweet

I soak it in

And you throw me out

Because you have no remorse

Setting your lungs on fire

Let alone my heart.

I’m just there, a half-lit cigarette

You guess you could finish

But not, of course, when you’ve just bought a fresh pack.