I wish I never

i am smoking a cigarette

it looks good when i light it

it burns slowly, dangerously

smoke meets my nose warmly

and comes into me

inhaling the smoke

has never tasted better

and i take another drag

and the smoke starts to sicken me

coughing and spitting

i choke

it is bent and broken

crumbling

the vibrant glow has dulled

and faded

to an empty orange

the cigarette sits limp

in my dry hand

its smoke still envelops me

i can’t put it down now

i wish i never lit you

(Whoever you are, I love you)

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Reminder

“All truth passes through three stages: First, it is ridiculed; Second, it is violently opposed; Third, it is accepted as self-evident.” 
― Arthur Schopenhauer

I'm still on second stage.