words by dominic riccitello

i say his name
five times too many
in the echoes of our divide
tattoos on my neck
rip scars to plenty
and i speak his essence
in candlelight 
triggered words we said
in little white lies
he paints his voice
yet i still hear
i say his name
for a sixth time too many
we’re twirling under the red light
with sirens in the background
masking the truth from our view
rose colored glasses aren’t rose
if the lies create fumes
and what we said wasn’t true
you speak of love
when you’re lost
and everything makes sense
when you’re dancing in the fault
jazzing at edges
we were scared to talk to