Lying To Myself

The second of the poems I found at the bottom of an old drawer i was cleaning out. Enjoy!

I scratch the itch; it needs to end.
Leave me be, I've had enough of you my friend.
I don't need you, and this I'm sure.
After this last drag, I don't want you no more.
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Every day now, for far too long;
When I felt weak, I let you make me feel strong.
Now i know that i was wrong.
It was me who made space for you all along.
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Right beside me, my silhouette.
Softly touching my lips as if we just met.
Now it's all over, I'll make a bet.
This is the last time I smoke a cigarette.

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

Any addiction is hard to kick. My youngest son keeps trying to kick the smoking habit, but he's not succeeded yet. Smoking is an unhealthy habit, no doubt about that, and it probably shortens peoples' lives. Then again, my grandma smoked heavily from the age of 18 and she lived into her 90s. Interesting little write.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You have depicted the powerful lure of the cigarette... the desire to quit but it taunts and begs for your attention, just by merely being there... and that's part of the problem... ;)