A love affair in remorse

A love affair in remorse

I met you when I was twenty two,

And knew you were not true.

Our meets left me in doubt,

And a bad taste in my mouth.

At first our encounters remained in bars and cars,

But soon moved to anywhere under the stars.

So our love sustained,

And pretty soon I was chained.

I shared you with coffee, I shared you with beer

And never thought you would make me shed a tear.

I sought to you in comfort; I sought to you in relief,

In you I held my belief.

But you turned to be a cruel mistress,

And being with you became an illness.

With courage and support I brought the relationship to an end,

And without you a year was spend.

But alas your aroma and presence was ever there,

And so continued our affair.

You were my muse,

My worries you did unconfuse.

You stole my presence more and more,

And I became your whore.

I used to be an athlete, I swear,

But with you I am gasping for air.

Together we travelled the world,

But frankly this is becoming absurd.

That you are cancer is well known,

This the research has shown.

We used to share a laugh,

But now all you bring is a cough.

I wish to no longer be your slave,

As for certain you will put me to the grave.

Thus, with this last puff,

I hope to end my affair with this cancer ridden stuff!

Ps: This is about cigarettes.