I wish I was a cigarette,
to be adored,
to be drawn in.
to be searched for to the point where the person goes mad.
I wish I was a smoker,
to crave something so painfully bad,
to want something so much I can't stand it,
to finally find it and enjoy it so much it becomes my lifestyle.
I wish I was the addiction,
to be wanted,
to be craved,
to be loved so much that they need it as if I was vital.
but then all things must come to an end,
where life meets its final breath,
and death meets its new contestant.