cigarette

To him, I was nothing more than a cigarette.

My flame burned brightest when I first felt his lips, 

and each time after that I simply glowed.

But he didn’t care,

he inhaled the love and blew it away as a cloud of smoke, 

lost forever in the atmosphere.

He didn’t care how much ash fell to the ground, 

the only thing he cared about was the rush of the moment. 

And when he was done with me,

he dropped me on the floor, 

and went on to the next cigarette.