The truth is: I was lost in him. I had gone from losing one of the most important people in my life and then losing someone I loved a month later. I wrapped myself in people, in lust, in the idea of love. I met him and I met a gentlemen, and when I found out who he truly was, I was still in love with the gentleman and justified all of his actions.
September 2016
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The silences weren’t awkward. For me at least. Because I was there in the moment with him.
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They say if the love is true, then it’s easy. But that’s false. Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy.
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walls higher than
the moon
i twirl under
brick by brick
we dismantel
things i used to have
now with a bit of insecurity
we talk of things
what red means
colors and thieves
a man who stole my heart
after i gave him my soul
what could be left
rather than a vacant show
i stand before
a mirrored door
debating if i should open
if things were what i was hoping
and i did
a gentleman stood there
thick hair
beautiful eyes
handsome legs
i knew he was the perfect guy
but people turn out to be
color thieves
bee stings
saying hurtful things
making you fill springs
with tears and deceitbrick walls
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Losing someone doesn’t scare me. Death doesn’t scare me. What scares me is the inability to no longer feel the touch of the one you love.
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It takes awhile, but eventually you realize they lost you. You didn’t lose them.
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One day he’ll realize he is and was wrong. But that’s for him to figure out. You can’t change people or make them realize things they don’t want to see.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.
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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 megood morning
words by dominic riccitello
