i rip emotions
twist hands
bolding words
which frolic
instead of walk
i love
instead of fight
turning pages
i used to write
words by dominic riccitello
i rip emotions
twist hands
bolding words
which frolic
instead of walk
i love
instead of fight
turning pages
i used to write
You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.
When you complete yourself is when you can complete someone else.
We do things because we want it, not because they’re good for us.
Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.
and i fell
into whatever
you’d like to call it
there’s no feeling
no taste
it’s haunting
a sense of lost desire
where you can breathe
but can’t
at the same time
and everyone’s stuck
in their own narcissism
to realize
anyone else
but themselves
Relationships aren’t meant to be based upon example. If you go with the flow all will come.
Sometimes others narcissism will take place of your happiness. Don’t let it happen.
i loved him
with a bitter taste
in my mouth
his hands
my grasp
the dark
damp street lights
gloominess of yesterday
we road waves
fire
and played in a circle
we called desire
i sip the pinot
think of him
in the night
we go forth
dragging our toes
pulling hairs
frolicking in a show
i said he was mine
a few times
he flew
a few times
we twirled in days
where things made sense
before senseless became
the majority
i twine with
as he twines elsewhere
i loved
as he once did
like he once could
when hairs stood
from your neck
to your legs
and passion lingered
from your bones