When you’re used to constant toxicity, you feel lost without it.
April 2016
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pacing through
i daze in contentment
his face
my everlasting blues
his heart created
a pulse within
a calmness i never knew
we played in greed
wondering how things go
blurring the lines of suppose
i loved his eyes
soft touch
his voice within my ears
lingering for hours
dabbling in my mind
i was content
because no matter what
i knew he was mine
i was his
we were together
trying for forever
in a world of horror
where your aura and order
is slaughtered in your honor
and things
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There’s always someone for you and when you find them, treat them heavenly because the chance of finding them again is imaginary.
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i died with time
sleeping intwined
holding you tight
i go with the eve
woke with you
quite heavenly
how he spread
caressing two bodies
i sat at the edge
describing you with words
writing your eyes
the darkness that touched
i said you’d go
and went you did
with hollow sheets
a coldness
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i stray with the eve
your dark chest piece
we go with the wind
how he makes me rescind
i call forth
downing the hours
the glass bottles
i bathe in red
wondering if i’d love him
if two could meet
and simply transcend
i die in eyes
rolling with fire
painting the sky
with shades of truth
he spoke
but we had different huestrue shades
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i wake with fear
darkness rising
balancing a tune
of you in mind
i sway with the eve
gut far from ease
we lie by a song
of our own independence
do you know why it feels like this?
i turn with edges
all the pages
crying for you
tears and bruises
you are the wind
the song within
i judge by angles
sweat infused
i miss his hues
to the deepest part of himdark fears
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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 bemeant to become
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i twist myself
in places
exerting energy
where words could keep
my distance
the touch, my love
i said things
we’d be together
but alas
body
the dysmorphia
i tango between his fuse
never thinking he’d go
the guilt, my chills
breathing deeper
i go with
flowing heavily
twisting his shirt
pulling him towards
i dreamt of days
where peace would find
easy things could grasp
his red
my darkest
we blurred the edges
falling too deep
too fast
too hard
and he ran
when things got hard
cold, rigid and darkrunning
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