When the pressure mounts,
For the Love I just don’t get,
I reach out for the crumpled packet,
And light another cigarette.
The bed’s now cold just like my coffee,
I toast endless reasons why,
I inhale the poison like your love,
It's the smoke that makes me cry.
My love is like the nicotine,
Addictive and just as bad,
I need it as I inhale it deeply,
Regretting that I had.
Toxins that slowly kill me,
As my love for you takes hold,
Like the quick rush when I’m with you,
And then it leaves me cold.
I long to put out all my feelings,
As easily as my smoke,
I think its kid of funny,
But the tears just kill the joke.
I could give up at anytime,
After I've finished this pack,
But just like when I think of you,
The love keeps creeping back.
That’s it finished I promise myself,
I hope it’s one I keep,
As I stub and reach for ‘just one more time’,
Before I go to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem