When we were 14, I remember, once you stole a pack from your uncle's cigarette stash, and it was the first time we smoked a cigarette,
I ended up burning my lips.
You explained me how I can't smoke it till the end, that I have to let some of it go before it reaches the tip of the filter, or I am going to burn my lips again.
It's been 10 years since that,
And I still haven't learnt anything, have I?
I'll still hold on to you, knowing that when it all ends I'd be left with nothing, but burnt marks.