Have it under control, you say?

So, you want a smoke now?
Did you not quit your addictions?
Or was it just me?
Don’t give in, oh no.
Touch my face,
Light me up,
But don’t press me against your lips,
No.
Scared I would corrupt your chest?
Scared I would tar your mind?
Cough it up, now.
Behold the power of will that holds steadfast against the lesser evil.
Tell yourself you would survive that puff.
Tell yourself you will come out clear of the dense smoke.
Tell yourself you would quit that particular day.
That it’s to keep your thoughts at bay.
You can’t reign them in, baby.
They are free,
As is your love for the addiction that you run away from.
As are you, now.