Cigarettes is a subject that often interests me and I cannot help but write about them. I don’t hate smokers infact, I envy them. This was written with no moral principle, but just a creative attempt on understanding love for smoking.
Hush, don’t speak
Succumb to me, I’ll last more than a week
I’ll make you cry
I’ll provoke you to try
Breath in this temporary solace
There’s nothing you can’t face.
I subtly usher
You see, we’re meant to be together.
In your fingers, I’m an ardent resident
Tasting your lips, hardly reluctant.
I make you turn a blind eye
To the lackluster in truths; hear the lies
I see an anomaly
In you, with love unmatched by none.
Darling, I’m a sanctuary,
Maybe a mistake too, which can’t be undone.
In this pursuit of happiness
I would still choose to be a barrage
For you and I will last forever,
When there’s nothing left to sabotage.
– a cigarette’s diary.
Picture by Mathew Macquarrie (Unsplash)