What am I to you? Surely, I am nothing more Than a cigarette of yours. You've had many like me before, And you will have many more like me to come. You keep me in your back pocket at all times, Waiting, Craving the touch of your lips On my papery skin. When you finally choose me, It's heaven in my heart. I feel fireworks, like the spark of a lighter Igniting my love and soul. You taunt me with the promise of a good night's kiss, But all I receive are a few false kisses blown my way, And eventually, You drop me on the floor, And stomp. You'll leave me there, sparks extinguished and heart in fragments, Watching your lips do their beautiful dance On another just like me.