I stopped writing in a way they would understand because it wasn’t for them or even him. It was for I to understand, for I to make sense, and for I to let go of it.
March 2017
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i lay my lips against your thighs
brush your hair
how the wind feels nice
i take your breeze to give you bliss
revoke the bad i used to kiss
to transcend into this
simplicity upon your hips
hands in grasp
to tango or to fall
to jazz or twirl down the narrow halls
we frolic through forests of our horror
kiss the necks of broken promises
i slumber in your eve
dream of thieves in the night
who steal your heart yet hold you tight
i lay my lips against your thighs
the hairs of your essence
flicker of our candle
we cut the wick
to extend
we held our hands
in evanescence
i loved you
before
all
of
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Life isn’t about building something with someone else. It’s about building something for a cause greater than yourself, but if someone comes along and they’re worthy enough, we let them build with us.
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to face our gods
at the end of this road
where trolls hide amongst bridges
leaving you with fools gold
i hold your hand to hold you close
feeling you like sullen blues
we view each other
as we viewed our hearts
dancing in the dark of our sleep
demons who were heavenly
with jagged ridges
empty promises
we loved with false pretense
how we thought it was harmless
to hold ourselves with darkness
a watch we couldn’t read
two beings who danced in soft sultryfalse pretense
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feeling the waves of his ink
we slide in the puddles of our rain
to reign in the eve behind the mist of the starlight
i take his hand, to grab his soul
we touch things he hadn’t felt before
they call it a whore in the night
slamming doors and tossing knives
you break them to hold them tight
i fake a kiss for you to transcend
send you flowers so you could miss
the essence of my being
chocolates to make you love thee
i grab your hand to show this
make you beg so you ask for it
they say you can’t make someone love you
but have you heard of owls in the night
calling forth before their flight
haunting and hunting
wanting makes it daunting
warnings hold no meaninghoot in the night
words by dominic riccitello
