Before I started smoking

I used to love the way you smelledI loved the earthy scentThat littered your clothsThat I'd keep close to my faceBefore bed Every Night Every time I held you close I could feelThat same aroma wrapping around meKeeping me safeI never wanted to let go.When That first cigarette Took the breath from my bodyOn impulse looked around me and was strangelySurprised you weren't thereAnd that's when I realized thatYou were so similar to thatStick of paper death in my handsYou came and touched my lips so quicklyAnd left me lightheaded And chased away all the anxiety and overthinking and sadnessThat filled all of the cavities inside meAnd made me feel so So Wonderful But you were so short livedAnd it seemed mere minutes after you leftThe world seemed worse than when you Were here And I kept coming back for more and more and more only to realize thatI was killing myself My letting you in.You are an addiction to say the leastAnd I'm not ready for Withdrawals