Your Favorite Cigarette

Deadly, toxic, poison, we were all of the above

Hating each other religiously under a blackened veil of love

You had it in your head; you needed to get away

But with every kiss I touched you with, I begged you to stay

And you listened reluctantly, and for that, it's your fault

That we spent our nights making love to the other's verbal assault

And we believed it was love for what else could it be?

And it was only when our eyes were closed that we acted peacefully.

Because you were a recovering addict,

and I was your favorite cigarette

that you just refused to smoke.

And I think as you tried to fix yourself,

you dropped me, and I broke.