A poem for you
This is not about cigarettes
I’ve never smoked a cigarette
Which isn’t to say I’m not tempted
That’s hardly the case
Seeing those beautiful people
In the ads, the movies, the scenes
With the press of those lips
Even the smoke is enough for me
But I don’t get that either.
Not bold enough, maybe afraid to be burned
Maybe just afraid I’ll choke or cough
Maybe afraid to be addicted
Or that those who know I don’t smoke will see me for who I am
Addicted to the idea
Desperate for the touch
But calm, cool, collected
I throw my nose up
You’ll never tell how bad I want to light it up