Cigarettes and Love

~Club Challenge, choosing one of the contents from Andrea's purse. I chose cigarettes and added a little sadistic looooooove.~

I was a late starter when it came to cigarettes
and love, I discovered them later in life.

Despite all I knew of the risks involved,
I gave in to temptation anyway.

(Smoking kills.)

How could I resist when the young, dark-haired
man turned and asked me for a light?

The instant addiction.

The intoxicating gratification.

The three-minute satisfaction.

(Smoking may reduce the blood flow and causes impotence.)

From the moment he passed my lips,
I knew, I could never have enough.
I longed to breathe him in,
to fuel my urges.

Socially, occasionally, at first.

Then, soon, twenty, thirty times a day.

(Smoking is highly addictive, don't start.)

Lost in my addiction, I thought only of
satisfying my cravings.

If my friends disapproved?

That was their problem.

I was happy.

(Loving can cause a slow and painful death.)

Eventually, he left, like other's have since.

Each relationship discarded, stubbed out.

But, addict that I am, I kept turning back to
love, ignoring the warning signs, straining
my heart each time.

(Loving causes heart attacks.)

I'll quit smoking, after adding years to my life, they say.

But loving remains my incurable vice.

So I will be alive for longer but
with the bitter knowledge:

The ending of love is a little death.

And, although they exist just as long-

Lover's die younger.