Addicted

I love you like you love cigarettes

Effortlessly

All the time

When your eyes peep open with the rising of the sun

During recess 

All consuming

Yearning

Needing

Burning

Blanketing

Helplessly

Hopelessly

An expression of truest self

Impossible to stop

Unable to say no - even though, perhaps, I must.

It costs 

My essence

My breath 

I choke, “please stop smoking, Mama”

and you reply, “pass me the lighter”