I lit another cigarette and as I watch the smoke trailing from my mouth, I realized that the way I love you is no different than this vice.
It destroys me, makes me ache all over and my lungs take in every molecule of oxygen like its their first...that's the way I feel when I think of you.
I know that it's bad for me but I can't let go of it same as my love for you which you will never return. I want to say I love you but I'm afraid you would not say it back;just like I want to continue living but I can't resist finishing another pack.
The flames catch on and I'm surrounded by smoke like sadness whispering and waiting for comfort. I know I should stop but I can't.

Maybe I'll quit until I can't go on anymore.

Am I talking about the cigarette or you?

Well, the chemicals swirling in my bloodstream can possibly take my life but you refuse to be in mine. A broken heart is infinitely more painful than a frail body.

So I smoke one after another so I won't tell the difference between my lungs gasping for air and my heart aching for you.