We ignited quickly,

The sparks between us

Became consuming flames

We burned bright

On dark, cold nights.

It was refreshing

To inhale you

And to exhale loneliness

You may have been comforting,

But you weren’t good for me

You sucked out all my oxygen,

Filled my lungs with tar,

And singed my fingers.

I had held onto your fire

For far too long

So I let you go…

Dropped you to the ground

To find a way out

Of your ensnarement.

You were addictive, though.

A couple of days would pass,

But I could never last

For very long

Without your fire

© 2017 Vic Romero – Creative Writing Fall 2017

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