words by dominic riccitello

dancing beneath the red lights
hues of your eyes
i sway in your hatred
if i could only
one last time
the breeze tingles my back
the way his hands used to
i wipe the yearn from my eyes
grasping my neck
one breath, two breath
a deep sigh
he twirls in my mind
dancing in my temporal
playing memories
anxiety kills
it feels like i could die
my brain lies in a deepness
the black pulls my eyes
i lie awake in a daze
feeling of crazy
things he said to me
words which could kill me
insecurities tangling my being
i loved him without hesitation
appreciating his body
while he manipulated his ways
taking it out on me
when my favorite thing
was to wake
with his arms next to me