Of Cigarettes and Heartbreaks

I was looking through stuff I wrote a few years ago and it made me feel all sorts of things. Some made me laugh, others made me think what the hell was I talking about, and some even made me cry. I don't really like posting or letting others read stuff I write. The number one reason being that I'm not sure if they're good or even worth reading, because honestly, I don't know anything about writing. I just write, that's it. 

This year, I decided to change that and try to put it out there for anyone to read. Hence, creating this blog and actually posting what I write. I have yet to find the courage and confidence to post more, but for the mean time, here's something I wrote back in 2016. Let me know what you think? 

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I like coffee in the morning

I don't mind eating bitter gourd

I love my chocolates dark

and I've been smoking for years

until a month ago, when I quit

I think I have a heart for bitter things

but now it seeps through me

consuming every bit of my personality

I've become unattached

As if I'm living in my own reality

My heart used to flutter at the sound of your name

Now my mood just becomes darker and I curse in vain

They say it's good that I quit smoking

They say it's bad for me anyway

But I miss the feel of smoke in my lungs

And how you hug me when I'm drunk

I miss watching the cigarette burn

how you always told me you love me

And how I always believed it, I never learn

But now I do

Yet sometimes I miss the bitter taste of nicotine in my mouth

And the feel of your lips on mine

Still, I know better now

I know smoking is bad for me and so are you

I threw all my cigarettes away a month ago 

and now I'm quitting you.