Smoking Kills

So I guess I was like your cigarette. You lit me up, sparked a fire in my heart. Each long puff you killed me more and more. You craved me in the morning, wanted me in the evening, and begged for me before bed. You lived me, breathed me, and you knew that eventually you would die for me. But my life wasn’t worth your death. So you put me out. You broke me and threw me away. I knew I was toxic but I loved you so much. I gave away my life to fill your lungs. I don’t have a life without you. I’m sorry that I was just a bad habit that you had to break. I understand that smoking was never really your thing. I guess only some people can live a life with someone like death at their fingertips.