It makes me sick when you blow smoke in my face
I sputter to utter the words, "please, blow the other way"
Yet I am suffocated by the fact that my lungs are being polluted by the disgust of your bad habits
Why should I have to suffer
If you learned that your habit can kill not just yourself, but others around you
I am sure you would do it less, or go farther away
If you knew that your habit caused cancer
Oh wait...You know, yet you still blow away, in other people's faces
I know it's not on purpose
But when you walk past me, and I just happen to get that last flow of smoke
I gag, and wonder, "did she see me"
I will just pretend you did not see me and keep going
For I now you do not mean to harm me
But you do know that you are harming yourself
And when you release the smoke that you inhale around me
My lungs are filled with the nasty air that you have become addicted to
This does not mean I do not love you or wish you well
But it means I wish you knew how hard it is to breathe sometimes
When you are busy taking my breathe away
It should be romantic, but that is not what this seems to be
So the next time you light up, and see me walking
Just please remember that you are not the only one who occupies the sidewalk.
Signed:
The Silent Poet
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