words by dominic riccitello

we stood in lies
wondering why
time moves as it does
why we sway
from left to right
until we’re off the edge
talking of lost time
lost tries
hums until we die
the white noise
in which we succumb to
 
i loved him, i did
i still do
in bits, in pieces
and even in whole
but all i have left
is a human stuck in a stroll
through the garden of insanity
wondering where i went
how time could switch
flip and hurt me
like it hurt him
 
things move
in a pace of variety
sometimes with hurt in your eyes
sometimes with kindness for the first time
but at times it comes
with a hatred so divine
it’ll make you die
a thousand times
cry a thousand cries
until you realize
all you had was nothing
but another’s narcissism
in place of your happiness