I’m your 5-minute cigarette break,
Ghosting across your lips as you breathe me in.
You set me ablaze and use me, abuse me,
Until neither of us can recognize who we are anymore.
You’ve tried to quit me, to forget me
Among the discarded piles of ash.
But the scent of smoke lingers
even after the fire dies down:
I know you’ll be back for more.
You may hate me, but you need me.
After all, it only takes a match and a kiss
For both of us to feel alive.