I used to smoke cigarettes  
because of the head rush
and how the world would stop
and I could focus
and as quickly as a December’s sunset
my problems would fade  
and it would just be me  
and nothing else invading my brain  
pulling me left and right until I
spiraled and my heart and mind would ache
as if I had climbed mountains for a week.
How cruel of nicotine to trick the mind
into thinking nothing else would help
until I ended up in your arms  
and felt our two souls become one.  
I threw my cigarettes into the river
and breathed you in instead.