You don’t need them. It’s that simple. But for some reason it’s complex. It’s difficult. It’s dangerous. We can’t seem to fathom it.
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i tumble for two
the poetry was for one
i consumed his being
licked the blood clean
from the scars
he sliced for me
dicing my heart in a blender
holding things together
for nothing other than my own
i play in the sanity i once knew
the abuse consumes
hatred i’m used to
his tendencies bruise
like the wounds i left too
i skip to a beat
heart i wiped clean
color he stripped of me
the bipolar was nature
eyes which lacked hatred
now sadness and hazy
like the ocean which roars
rapids that tango your feet
i loved him plenty
a dozen times too far
the respect he gave
was never quite near
and always an inch too faremotional abuse
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tears with a tune
a swollen eve
the meadow in the distance
to cry when you sleep
i sling with a haze
yellow stricken yesterday
ears shaded
voices caving
a hostile sheen
words which feign
for your soul
before your legs
could take you so far
i used to
twirl beneath the edges
of your soul
carry you for a distance
the sour soaking hurt of a bee
who used to sting my please
burn my arms
to drag whole
we danced atop flowers
with broken ankles
and wickless candlesbee stings
words by dominic riccitello -
You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.
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Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.
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I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxious, obsessive, hurt, and sad. But one morning I awoke to realize I fell out of it. I loved him. I still do. But I was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now I just love him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave me.
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i feel it fading
four times too far
the body caves
in a reach for yesterday
i pause with release
the chemicals run through
pulse within my brain
the burn, it pulls
i scar with ease
the feelings which used to–
i feel used, too
we dance with a string
he pulls for release
yet it twines backwards
he calls, i ignore
he cries, i go forth
he ran with a string
i couldn’t breathe
we tangoed too far
he knew i’d run
thus farto go another day
words by dominic riccitello -
he fell out
while i fell in
twirling to death
succumbing to death
he plays in blood
the bath of ever
apples and knives
love so divine
i scream pleasures
throwing onto
our bodies go round
finding ourselves
in a world of sorrow
neutrals and shades
life bent at the knees
we groove with a sigh
arms laid to side
i loved his lies
the hate insidearms laid to side
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grasping the bed
i descend to a place
of otherworldliness
voices and heads
which spin instead of set
i wade through the sea
of the secrets in my mind
frolicking to
yet running from
i say godsend
but we knew what satan said
running through motions
darkness and a void devotion
towards things which hurt instead of mend
i spoke his name with a backwards lisp
greeting hate and transitioning words
into things i loved
rubbing lemons where it hurt
sipping sugar where it burned
they call it a masochist
because i yearn for his hurtand he turns you into a masochist
words by dominic riccitello -
His eyes said what I cannot see.
