Addicted To Love

I was a late starter when it came to cigarettes and love:
I discovered them both at eighteen.
Despite all I knew of the health 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
Selfishly lost in my addiction, I thought only
Of satisfying my cravings.
And if my friends disapproved?
Well, that was their problem.
I was happy.
Smoking seriously harms you and others around you

As our relationship became habit without pleasure
And the resentment between us started to grow,
I smoked more.
I needed him,
(My nicotine substitute)
Like I needed my next cigarette,
But he needed his freedom more.
Loving can cause a slow and painful death
Eventually, he left,
Like so many others since.
Each relationship discarded, stubbed out.
But, addict that I am,
I kept turning back to love,
Ignoring the warning signs,
Breaking my heart each time.
Loving causes heart attacks

I quit smoking,
Adding years to my life, they say.
But loving remains my incurable vice.
And so I will be alive for longer, but with the bitter knowledge '
The ending of love is a little death
And, although they may exist just as long,
Lovers die younger