Nicotine Addict

I was your cigarette

and you were my lighter.

You lit me up and burned me.

The touch of your spark

made me feel so alive.

With each breath and blow,

you would take a piece of me with you

and let it go

just as fast as you consumed me.

I would relax you and calm you down.

But I was fading away. I was deteriorating.

My ashes were becoming one

with the rubble beneath your feet.

And after you’ve finished me off,

there was nothing left of me.

You threw me away.

I wasn’t special.

I wasn’t unique.

I was just your escape.

I was the nicotine you needed.