a stranger points to a smoke sign and asks if i smoke; i say no now that stranger is a friend and my no is a sometimes and i wonder if it was a warning when he said that smoking was bad.
had i known, i would have answered the anxiety is worse and the cancer can't really **** me when i already feel dead inside. instead, i waved him off with a laugh that meant "i know. isn't it obvious?"
the rot caught up to me two years later, outside the same bar where i'd pestered another friend into putting down a box. it was a betrayal then, when i brought the sick to my lips and inhaled the poison. it was a betrayal again when he found out.
i tried to appease the scolding, argue that i've stopped smoking. would it be a betrayal now to say "i still think of rot and decay"?
It is your choice It is your choice It is your choice It is your choice
I love you not when you smell of smoke.
It's ******* me to see her relapse after ten years. Just because she wanted to. It's hard to live in the same house as someone who smokes. She knows the smell alone makes me sick. She knows she could die young due to lung cancer. And she chooses the high over me and her health