I was like a joint; your favorite thing.
All of me was tightly packed in a burnable thing.
You ignited me and inhaled fast.
As I got smaller, your happiness, your dreams, got bigger.
You got lighter as I burned and fell to the ground.
Once you realized I had nothing more to give,
you threw me to the ground, stomped on me to make sure my light was out,
and moved on to the next.