words by dominic riccitello

shaken by the sea
waves of your mean
hands which laid beside
twirling your being
bleaching the stains clean
i hold your knees
grabbing your heart
three years of a dark
filled hole we called happiness
i loved your toxic
the scrutiny you tossed
with blood roses
you
which were a dime a dozen
frozen in the waves
that had rust the deepest parts
of my loveless soul
i felt you
glistening under
creating things
how i said we 
instead of i
how i loved you more
and more
every day