Cigarette Poem

[Ann]

My Cigarette Love Poem


The first time we met...
it was love at first sight
you were the one I always
wanted as a child
you were everything I had
imagined you would be

I could always count on you
when I was angry or scared
or bluer than blue
you were there for me
you kept me sane
you kept me alive
yet at the same time
you were killing me

You followed me everywhere
although your footprints
were undetectable- you see
I always thought it was me

You never lied to me
I just didn't want to
hear the truth
I tried to make you a saint

But now I am strong enough
to look into the light
now I see that
you never loved me
you never will
not the way I loved you


Anon

[Don]

Fatal Attraction!

[Graciedonovan]

So sad, but so true. Thanks Ann.

[KAREN]

Yep, you hit the nail on the head!! Thanks for posting this Ann!'

I have been quit for 1 Month, 1 Week, 4 Days, 19 hours, 24 minutes and 15 seconds (41 days). I have saved $334.46 by not smoking 1,672 cigarettes. I have saved 5 Days, 19 hours and 20 minutes of my life. My Quit Date: 9/8/2005 9:00 PM

Hugs,

Karen

[Flo]

How could I have been so blind! Reading this poem, it became so clear. Junkie. Addict. The same as all the other addicts. Looking for relief, escape, comfort in a chemical substance rather than facing things, rather than turning to a human being.

Cigarettes, in the early days, was so glamorous. Cigarettes, then and now, legal - so readily available. This obscures the fact that they are addictive and deadly.

When I smoked, it seemed that I was one of the few remaining smokers left. Now that I've quit, I see a lot of smokers around. I told myself the other day that this was not an issue. I didn't quit because it was socially unacceptable and I won't start because there are a lot of smokers around. That's not the point.