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I light this cigarette and puff puff

In the smoke, I see my bad habit of loving you

We lost our selves chasing each other

I take a long drag of the cigarette, sigh in the toxic

At least the damn poisonous tube has a filter

The toxicities of our faulted love, it has no filter

I clawed my way to this center, this balance

It is mine, all my work to achieve this calmness

I stand in my spent smoke, the tobacco burn my mouth

Numb my throat, I sigh, pushing the smoke around

I see my faults, but you will never admit let alone see yours

My bad habit of loving you is coming to an end

Most times, we switch to another bad habit

Am I replacing you? Am I switching to another bad relationship?

I gently push the burning tip out, creating Ash

Nah, just reflections seen in the smoke

Not just the cooling embers of my cigarettes

The burning bridge, the smoldering ruins

I told myself to find my worth, to see it

To keep it, and not lower myself

I want to evolve, grow... To metamorphosis into what has been waiting for me

My bad habit is crying silent tears to the moon

Hoping the moths sweep away this pain I have carried too long

I inhale myself full of bad Habits, feel the burn

I let go, scribbling passages and flipping pages