Horny poets

Mint.

I think i realised i was addicted when, albeit with hesitation, i picked up the mint ones.
Mind flavoured tobacco is still tobacco, isn't it?
There was however one catch. There always is.
I hate mind.
It's cold. It's bitter. It's intense. Everything about it irks me and causes my brain to panic. "Danger!"
Though there is no danger, there's just mint.
And when i let out the smoke, it serves as a gentle reminder that i know how to breathe.
And it's mint. Mint, mint mint.
Cold. Bitter. Lethally gross.
It urges me to rinse my stomach, my lungs with honey and milk.
Unaddicted people don't put themself though something this repulsive just for a quick smoke, do they?
It doesn't seem very "unaddicted" to me.