Ramblings Over a Cancer-stick

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inner workings

It's early yet...for a Sunday.  Nobody's out really.  I thought that more would be out grabbing a morning jog...a morning smoke.  Nobody is sitting outside on the picnic table...nobody to grab a cigarette with.  It's okay.  I want to be alone anyway.  I pull out my Virginia Slims and take one out.  I run it under my nose.  It smells disgusting, like a rotten hole that one should never fall into.  Long and white with two gold rings on the filter.  It looks almost innocent.  I place it between my left index and middle fingers.  It feels at home there.  I rub my thumb over the filter's end, then place it between my lips.  I take out my lighter and flick it on.  I bring the flame to the end of the cigarette and inhale slightly.  I replace my lighter in my pocketand exhale the smoke.  I begin to walk around campus, inhaling and exhaling the smoke.  I become lost in thought.  I only smoke when I am troubled and without alcohol..which I am here.  I hate smoking, the after-taste, and the smell that lingers on me long after.  It's like it stays on me just to remind me of what i did.  I feel guilty and take the long way around to avoid my boyfriend's windows.  He neither supports nor discourages my habit.  If he knew I only smoke when disturbed however, he may worry about me smoking now.  I glance down at the white stick, now raped by gray ash.  We were all pure once, but one good flame and we all begin to carry ashes.  I should leave him because he will never love me, or at least will never claim to.  This nearly stated by his own lips while holding a less pure cigarette in his hand.  I know I shall fall for him, it shall be so easy, but he shall hurt me in the end.  So I should leave him.  But yet i find it hard with unfounded hopes that maybe he will fall for me...someday.  But this is an old pattern.  I must have rocks in my head.  And here I am smoking over this problem.  I hate smoking.  I think I need some help.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this my first semester of college. I am happy to say that I didn't fall for this guy...I got away in time.  I also quit smoking.

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