Date Published: September 16, 2024
Time Published: 7:48 AM
Category: Prose
Theme: Tolerating someone’s treatment that’s not good for you.
“What do you hate about cigarettes?”
What I hate about it is how it burns your throat as the smoke steams through your lungs, making you unable to breathe. Making your voice raspy and low to the point where people are unable to understand the words that you say.
I hate how bitter it tastes, but for some reason, I couldn’t get myself to stop, for it fits on my lips perfectly and gives me the calm feeling that I’ve been looking for my whole life. It’s a bad addiction, but you can’t blame me for holding on to the comfort and warmth that’s been giving me.
The way the cigarette fits perfectly in between my two fingers, it always leaves a familiar scent that I will never forget. The smell of smoke and tobacco will always remind me that it will forever linger in every corner I go.
How can I ever stop if it’s the only thing that makes me calm? How can I ever let go of the cigarette if that’s the only thing I’m familiar with? I always say I already quit, but I never really quit, I just say I did.
I hate how, once you’re done with the cigarette, it will leave you with nothing. Nothing but the ashes of what could’ve been. As you light another one, it will start another cycle. An endless and painful cycle. It will forever burn me, but I will never once complain because I’m too scared to let go of the things that I’m used to and start over again with an unfamiliar view.
I don’t even smoke, yet I know what it tastes and feels like. I've grown used to the way it's burning me, for it's the love I believed in. It’s because this is not about cigarettes.
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