Like a Cigarette
Your existence is an empty pack of cigarettes;
Yet I'm addicted to you.
I crave for you.
You inflict invisible pain like cancer.
I allow you to ease my sorrow regardless of your detriment.
I have constant urges for you hoping to satisfy my fix.
Lit, inhaled or not, you burn away and burn quickly.
You're pain is my pleasure.
You're existence is an empty pack of cigarettes
Upon every cigarette, you remind me.
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