Burn evenly:

I try to burn evenly.
Like a good cigarette should.

I try not to wither in pain,
And burn evenly, like the 19 others.
Give my smoke to whoever is up there.
To whoever needs it.

I try to burn evenly, so I can last. 

But you make me caccoon, 
in my paper wrapped contagious cancer.
 
In your fingers I lay,
I fell on your chest and you let me burn a hole through your heart.
You had a heart and you let me borrow it, 
You made me believe I could replace my brown cancer. 
With the growth of a heart I could maybe one day call my own.
Like Casper the fire, and howl the wizard, and the wicked witch of the waste.

I want to see your spark. Please Even my burn. 
Please put out my kleptomania.

I try to burn evenly,
Like a good cigarette should.

But I can’t. 
And you can’t. 
So in this ashtray I lay,
With just a little bit of your heart.
And you won’t put me out. 
Out of hope, greed, or a wish for what you believed.

That one day, 
I can burn evenly for you, like the rest of the good cigarettes. 

I wish I was never invented,
and I never let you take your first hit, 
Like the parasite us 1 of 20 are.
And I wish I wasn’t full of cancer.
And I wish I hadn’t grown with hundreds of years of similar minded cigarettes.  
Until all I know is parasitical. 

I can’t burn evenly, like a good cigarette should.
So take me out of the edge of your chapped lips, remove me from the warmth of your dangling finger tips, take me out of your ashtray, and wash me away, with the other cancer sticks.
Please, heavenly goddess.
Put me out.