Smoking Away

The decision to quit cigarettes to be able to smoke weed all my life

The air in my lungs remains dying with every hit i take,

but every smoke is a choice i can't resist,

i tell myself i don't need my chest to ache,

but I love the nostalgia of the cigs,

the weed is relaxing, 

it gives me hope,

despite what anyone has to say about the dope.

I love it and want it here all my life,

it proves more beneficial than the blade of the knife,

but I have to let go of the nicotine fiend,

to save my lungs and to save the money,

to make the choice of a smoke of positivity. 

Author's Note

My first poem. What all can I do better. any constructive criticism?

Reviews

[Demii]

I like where you going with this and the idea and aspect! For criticism, I would put more of your emotions and have them detailed around why your smoking? How the addiction has a pull on you and how you ache for it, well written though !