A metaphor of life,
A metaphor of death,
A metaphor of love,
That you once left.

Why do I keep on smoking?
It's a bad habit, I presume
I once hated its smell;
You know, like how you hated it.

Even cried to God
For my father to stop,
Its killing him-
A terrible affliction.

Now, here I am
Smoking my last cigarette  
Now that you are gone;
Its killing me, but you killed me first.

When will I conquer this torment?
Pondering about you,
Cigarettes keep me warm
Every puff and cough.

I don't blame you;
I just condemn my self
For being too weak,
Naive, and trusting.

I guess
I'm not really addicted to you,
I'm just addicted to your company,
Your warmth.

Every flick of the cigarette ****,
Like shootings stars,
Wishing you'd come back
This emptiness, this hollow smoke

I'll promise to stop, maybe.
But not now, darling
I guess this vice would suffice,
For now.