I used to hate cigarettes. I used to never understand how someone could smoke, how they could damage their bodies all because of a drug. I used to never understand how someone could smoke something that smelt so bad. I used to hate the smell but now it's comforting. Now I understand. I understand how someone could smoke, I understand it now. As I take a puff then another. As the smoke burns my throat and lungs. How the smell of cigarettes hangs around long after being put out. As the dizziness hits and my lungs ache from the smoke I've inhaled. As my brain numbs and my heart beats a little faster. As the thoughts in my head slow I understand how someone could smoke. I used to say, "those cancer sticks will be the death of you." Now if I had to chose a drug to kill me I think I would prefer cigarettes.
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PoetryRandom poems about my feelings. Any images used i do not own unless I specified it as my own. I'm sorry if it sucks im a first time writer any renditions are accepted and constructive criticism or if you ever need to talk my door is always open just...
