Nicotine,
I don’t want you—

You’re bad for my health,
Mentally and physically.

But when I start to drown in my tears,
I cant help
but to think…

of a cigarette.

It must be something to do with my lack of fire.

I think,
the smoke will help

and somehow just raise me up.

I just need something external—

something outside of me—

to lift me up
when I’m down.

Grab my spirit first though

instead of my hand.