i light
my fires
dazzle between
i’m yours
i hear you
the words you fail
to speak
i sing a tune
it flows
like waves
birds of the morning
wind in the sky
just like
my love
for you
good morning
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words by dominic riccitello
June 2016
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I was mad. I was bitter. I was angry. I was outraged. I was sad. I was hateful. I was hurt. I was in love. But I never let him take the best of me.
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i wrote you a song
a violet hue
words and honey
how you spoke of me
in a tune of lovely
i sang your hips
lifted your toes
made you love me
before you even knew
it was a taste
lavender bliss
where two could dance
yet one would fall
where you’d tip your hat
to the other world of crazy
i sat in bliss
as you kiss your foot
you never knew
how far you’d falluntil you fall
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I wasn’t obsessed with him until I felt him fading. But maybe I was always obsessed, I just didn’t feel the anxiety of it until the trust was gone.
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i sway with you
left to right
upside down
smoldering from afar
it was once a taste
desire for two
branches where you’d
swing instead of fall
hope instead of crawl
back to things which
didn’t seem to love you
i talk with aggression
towards emotional abuse
where one could fall
and the other would laugh
it used to be us
but now it’s you
divided by we
into hateful gravitygravity
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I lost him when I lost the ability to understand if he actually loved me.
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we talk beneath the glimmer
lights of our yesterday
feeling for thoughts
grabbing heat from the cold
i talk with force
a slight hatred
i feel for bits
longing bliss
but the air feels warm
and his arms seem thin
we used to lie without touch
touch without lies
when his neck was soft
lips were handsome
brain was tough
but we crave cozy
and run from cool
instead of fighting for what we want
and staying when things formand sometimes it gets too real
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Three years later and I’m still writing about you. I don’t know if that says more about you or I.
