I remember my first time lighting a cigarette
It took forever to get the hang of it
The smell was something I'd never forget
Lime green box, the same you used
Breathing in deep, my first hit
And I faltered as I let out the smoke
Toppling almost, landing only to sit
I used to hate smoking, too soon I spoke
For now, the air is thick and gray
Moving in and out of my lungs
The smoke trailing softly away
Like the taste of you on my tongue
I smelled of you
*The only thing worse than breaking my heart
Was getting me addicted too