I think it might’ve been way the way I waited. How you never pursued and I knew you were a gentleman all along.
words by dominic riccitello
I think it might’ve been way the way I waited. How you never pursued and I knew you were a gentleman all along.
I don’t confide in others because I honestly don’t feel they would genuinely understand the cards I’ve been dealt.
I was going to end my Tumblr today and retitle it “A Year of the After,” but this blog gives me too much joy to end it.
Today is my year anniversary of being on here. Not a big deal, but I’ve posted a poem every day (recently some quotes), totaling 577 poems. I never expected anyone to read or even glance at this page. I’ve been writing poetry since I was 13 and I finally said what the heck and began posting online. Just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone for liking my rather moody, sad and at times, creepy/bittersweet poetry.
Your favorite book was Hunger Games while mine was Rapture: A Raucous Tour Of Cloning, Transhumanism, And The New Era Of Immortality.
We were two independent and completely different individuals that seemed to align for just a period of time. It was perfect, perplex and for some reason, I became wildly obsessed.
The only reason time seems to be moving rather fast is that sometimes we’re too busy living in the past.