Smoking

Trying to quit

Lovely little cigarette 

hanging from my mouth

dangling

taunting

I know you are bad 

I know you are killing me

but still

I love you.

I watch the smoke swirl

and dance around...

Make patterns in the air

thrown there

by my breath.

One after another 

they seem to fall

out of the pack.

One more,

just one more

Then one more after that...

Cough Cough Cough.

Each one takes 

five minutes

of precious life

I know...

yet still 

I love you 

and can't

I won't 

let you go.

Reviews

[Misery]

Those stinky little sticks inspired you to write a poem. Inspiration!
Though I may detest them, I also must confess, I am an addict, nay, a slave to poetic inspiration irrespective of its source. Whatever you decide, dear poet, best of luck and deep inspiration to you.