Quiting Smoking (Version 2)

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

Read the original version of this piece here.


over time


you will be dumbfounded

your heart will plummet

into the depths of your stomach

as the whole world before you


as if the entire universe

was shoved into a dryer


steady yourself

on someone’s shoulder




when strangers

you haven’t seen

since you were a newborn

all cluster together,

solemnly murmuring

donning dark colors

touching the glossy wood

of the coffin

the magnitude of death

will feel heavy

you will

need to sit

and your aunt

will comfort you




when you call her up

because you start to forget her voice-

but the line has been disconnected

when her seat at the table for the holidays

is vacant

year after year

when her sister

has become an only child

when you get older

and she doesn’t-

the passing of time just means

that she’s been gone longer

you will understand

the finality of death


© 2017 Vic Romero – Creative Writing Fall 2017


laborious thoughts


is life after college?


creation of visual art

creating your own brand

and poetry

that represents deeper issues and meanings

of the universe


you travel aimlessly

to create

to survive

to find your own purpose

on this grand, fucked up-

beautiful globe

do you turn to spiritual practices

to see more clearly

the beauty of the mess?




is it about

working nine to five




R E T I R E M E N T plans

so you can move out

of your small, carpeted childhood bedroom

and into a larger one

with hardwood floors

that you share with someone that looks at you

with stars in their eyes?


are there alternatives? what are they?


what do i want?


© 2017 Vic Romero



roses smell when they rot



you fall in slow-motion:

eyes wide

as you realize you are falling

and as your hand is ripped

out of mine

ruby lips agape

i’m entranced by the shock

that is spread across your face

the shock that you feign

because, c’mon-

we both saw this coming

but unlike you,

i opted to cross

the street and let you go


your head smacks the ground

splitting open like a juicy watermelon

the fresh flesh gushing out of the cracks

forming rivulets that crawl over the pavement

like red highlights in your hair


© 2017 Vic Romero






i guess

it was too much to hold together

i expected too much

i guess

the stitches had had enough

of sewing broken things back up

i guess

the threads were weak

i guess

the outcome was always going to be bleak


© 2017 Vic Romero




Draw the blade over my quivering, pale flesh
Redness emerges between the folds
Increasing in volume as the seconds tick away
Until the needle and thread poke through and crosses the divide
Pulling tight,
Patching me up,
Fixing me of all that is wrong-
And making it right

© 2017 Vic Romero

First poem of the year…More creative pieces coming soon. 


Quitting Smoking

Maybe we caught fire too soon

Blazed too bright

Burned too quickly

To realize-

We were too hot to last.

We burned ourselves out,

As fast as we ignited


You used to make me so excited.

My love for you brightened my mood

Until you sucked out all my oxygen,

Leaving me gasping for breath.

I have nothing left to give


At some point, you left me alone

In the dark

Fingers singed from holding onto our fire

For far too long

Because I was hoping you would return

To reignite our spark


But not anymore.

I’m walking out of this smoky,

Ashy room

And slamming shut the door

Behind me.


Time for fresh air.


© 2016 Vic Romero