You hold on to me,
like one of your cheap cigarettes.
A temporary fix,
a few minute high you'd soon forget.
You crave me,
until I'm stuck between your fingers,
Everything out of my control.
You light me up,
Not to shelter me from my coldness,
Or to pull me out of the darkness
that confines me
But because you're in love
With only the feeling in your lungs.
I am your cheap cigarette,
Something else you can regret,
Throw to the ground,
And wait for
At your next hour of need