I Know You're Smoking

I usually write unpleasant things
Mostly about me; Or you
There's no difference anyway
Though I'm not even sure
Of why did I rush to get a pencil
to write you this piece
Or why did you lie just now
About your neighbor who yelled at you
Then I happened to laugh about it
The same awkward laughter you gave
When I boldly said "I hate cigarette."
Because I hadn't anticipated
That you were having that thing between your fingers
Thus I can describe the word 'foolishness' better than oxford
For I used to think I know you better than anyone else
For not saying "I'm going to protect you,
Because I know
You're still that beautiful little boy
With a pair of eyes that reminds me
To the color of my grandfather's favorite shirt.
That I'm going to protect you,
Cause I know you're smoking another cig just now."

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