you are a cigarette
stripped down to nothing but the filter.
cherry-tip glowing,
toxic in the dusky air
and i willingly breathe you in.

(i didn't start smoking
until after i met you. you had bright eyes.)

you've got me at a pack-a-day,
working it up to two.
can't stop tasting you, touching you,
drawing you closer, closer.

my best friend told me
he's the healthy kind.
i never should have believed her,
but i did.

an. edit: april 2013