words by dominic riccitello

i tumble for two
the poetry was for one
i consumed his being
licked the blood clean
from the scars
he sliced for me
dicing my heart in a blender
holding things together
for nothing other than my own
i play in the sanity i once knew
the abuse consumes 
hatred i’m used to
his tendencies bruise
like the wounds i left too
i skip to a beat
heart i wiped clean
color he stripped of me
the bipolar was nature
eyes which lacked hatred
now sadness and hazy
like the ocean which roars
rapids that tango your feet
i loved him plenty
a dozen times too far
the respect he gave
was never quite near
and always an inch too far