We swore we’d make it through, but we drowned in the rapids of our love.
November 2015
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the distance in the air
the way he stood there
with his hand in his pocket
light glistening behind him
his eyes, how they feared
a deep beauty withinhe mumbled a few words
his aura
how it spoke for him
i loved
i knew
i just met him tooit worked in ways
lead us to daze
in what we thought it was
what we assumed it could be
but assumptions turn to dust
and what we assume
breaks trustso i stood in the dark
listening to a voice i never knew
how it could be
when it never was
how it should’ve been
i told myselfbut things work in motions
we learn by mistakes
with broken trust
by letting us experience
first hand
how we thought it was
but how reality showed uspatio love
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I was greedy in a sense. I had everything I could ever want standing right in front of me and I didn’t know how to handle it. I wanted more, something else. I need to want and I can’t want when I have it all standing right in front of me.
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a slowness
we move
a pace
of rapidnesswe mistook our sultry
for all it wasa slowness
of impeccable
staturehe stood with hands
grasping my head
kissing my lips
fucking my mindand i kind of just
loved him in pieces
in a slight variety
of my own intentions
and i mistook him
for all he wasa handsome man
a kind soul
who seemed to transition
before my eyes
and i stood in remorse
for what it was
and was saddened
by what it could bebut i loved my soul
more than him
and i loved my ego
more than i should’ve
but no one knows
when to fall in love
as it happens when it happens
and stops when it stopsfalling through and out
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i danced with vials
a symphony choir
with hands in my pockets
hairs on end
with men
who could bendthere i stood
in my entirety
with legs above
beyond
anything
you could dream ofand it wasn’t sex
and it wasn’t lust
but it was that feeling
of ice
which slips down your neck
caresses your lungs
when you fall in lovethat feeling
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You can’t be afraid to lose someone for the fear of becoming lost, as eventually you are always found.
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i lie alone
a beige couch
tufts
a grey blankethow time was once
a blessing
the way it could slip
between cracks
bend my back
breaks my handsand there we were
in heat
dancing under
a frozen moon
skipping on ice
just to hide
our desires
from each other
like two subliminal strangersbroken truth
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…and I kinda just fell into a whirlpool of nothingness. There I was, surrounded by black: no stars, no love, nothing at all.
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i loved
a boy
who sat
in recluse
in the eve
his soft
the hard
the dashing
of his lights
how he was my muse
but also my nightknight in night
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