You had flaws, but they didn’t bother me because love doesn’t follow definition.
January 2017
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crumbling to bits
finding drinks in the sand where he left
to touch upon a soul with no control
i form to thee and leave him dull
a worthless sound i soon to realize
left eyes in the ground at our feet
beginning and pulling with creed
when blood pulls, it forms
pools build and hesitation builds
i swore i’d never run
but fast can’t see and this breath can’t breathe
i swore i’d never lie
honesty transcends and fallen angels can no longer kiss
buckling our knees to bathe in a world we loved
hourglass flips with tables turned
words of whores leave lisps
his lies could kiss the tongue and burn to bits
blood smears in a jazz i resist
we could coexist, but life would be at odds
pain would inflict and the devil would twist
our backs in the shape of hearts
creating form for us
a playground we knew too well
where red becomes blue
shadows become hues
darkness consumes
his being is my musetoo well
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I loved you with different words than you knew and that seemed to scare you.
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I went into the new year loving myself in different ways, in a different possibility. It was then that I understood things I hadn’t. It was then that I understood people I hadn’t. We work in ways where sometimes we don’t align because our intersections lead us elsewhere. We find ourselves in rapids which lead to lightning, in beds that leave us homesick. We lust after the impetuous, in hopelessness, and sometimes in the reactive.
We like things and people who are bad for us and that’s fine. It’s fine because it’s life. It happens. They exist. We exist. We all exist together in this world where nothing seems to make sense. Where everything is nothing but imaginary because it’s what we imagine it to be. Reality exists and it’s there, but life is what you make it. Your actions ask for it. How you exist is how you exist.
We take every new year and give it a theme because we’re scared of how it could be. You change in the moment, not by years. You be to become and becoming is something which frightens people. Lead by example instead of letting the example lead you. Take this new year and find yourself in people who question it because questioning is how you gain from it. -
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i slip on my tongue
words you say
things we’ve done
fists make rounds
saliva on the ground
i wade in a fever of a sea of grief
two upon a couch with shades of disbelief
to tango with legs twist or kiss the death i’ll soon to miss
i hurdle to your please
emotional abuse became of thee
you flee at the touch of rapids
i tango with my hands
they say it hurts to be, but i said it hurts to become
we make our waves
how i slept for days in a daze where no one came
you slip on cracks
i slipped on my tongue
gave two lungs for a blood bath i soon regret
i used to use commas instead of periods
semicolons instead of deleted sentences
how i brought the knife to my neck
the way you questioned it
two became one
you became of none
killed things i believed in
i left you in the rapids
so i could breathe againknives and necks
words by dominic riccitello