I got a weak lung
and you got this charm
that captivated me
when you clutched your cigar
between your perfect teeth
and began puffing
nicotine smoke
'it won't kill you'
you said
as you repeatedly inhale
the poison
embracing it
with your lungs
I've tasted your lips
smoky, cool
when we kissed
how blissful
I asked why
you do it
you said
'to kill demons'
I pointed to
your head
'but they're up there'
I said,
and you
called me a smart ass
and then
kissed me
again
you told me that
you love me
but
I knew
that you don't
cause
I got a weak lung
and yours are strong
but that's not bravery
cause bravery
is
quitting it for me
I'm selfish, am I?