Poem #3

I said I would...so here I post the third of the ten poems I said I would try and write during my 30 day challenge. Short and sweet.

Love Equates to Slow Suicide

I watch smoke curl
from lips that only yesterday swore
for the 99th time
they'd never touch another cigarette
Curse your name between
inhales
and exhales
wondering
why you never pointed out
that love scars lungs, damages your heart
and eats away at you like cancer
maybe then
I would've kicked my habit