My friend told me to write a poem about a love hate relationship with cigarettes. She wants it too be a little coy as if it's a girl and a boy. Tell me what you think. I feel like my work play is spot on, but am I to forward throughout the poem? Coffin Nails How to quit a love that burns in fumes Red that glares with white skin too Rotten to the touch I breath her in Lungs combust and eyes grow dim Her touch is sweet and longing trust To break the habit based on lust She treats me rough holding my hand Coffin nails of twenty things I just can't stand