words by dominic riccitello

burning at sea
your devilish stare
glass eyes
a cop out for one
drink for two
he longed for easy
blocking the truth
bending hues
to frolic in colors he desired
he haunted my dreams
with love of a thief
breaking hearts where he laid
pulling guts where he slept
i felt it turning
fingers running
down my chest
pulling what was left
i loved what i lost
lost what i loved
and if it’s meant to be
it’ll be
but some things have to become
before they can be