i thought
we were crazy
in a sense of simplicity
where we found ourselves
within each other
where one was a beacon
the other your fire
and both
each other’s desire
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we seemed
to transcend
into a world
where everything
scorched your skin
yet felt like ice
no love
just lust
just pain
and sorrow
for who we were
but for who we weren’tpure insanity
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It was our first date and I asked what his favorite movie is. He asked if I’d judge him, but instead of judging him I just loved him.
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he cheated with rage
drew blood with every page
we flipped
turned
killed in different ways
wondering if it could be the same
if the day could happen
in a way it used
but instead we flew
in a dazed dance
on a single leg
a top a single toe
with constraints built
legs tilt
and a world
upside downas the world turns
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we went years
where i wrote
a blank page
with a single thought
stuck on the same day
with feelings
thoughts
love
holding my body
making me crazy
yet loving me daily
and i always thought
that things find peace
two feet would walk parallel
but now i know
two can become one
and two feet
could become tangled
with a ghost underneathif it ever had
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it was
eloquence at its finest
a desire you’d dream of
with fire and ice
twirling around your fingers
grabbing your ankles
and loving you sideways -
It took two and a half years to get over someone I dated for so little and I’m not even over it, but I’m far from where I was and for me, it’s finally alright.
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He was pretty. I was pretty. We were both pretty, but pretty doesn’t always work. It doesn’t really mean anything, which is why pretty always becomes petty.
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we were symbolic for rage
for desire
for a fiery crash of an endless tomorrow
with twists and turns
burnt pages of a religion too vast to follow
and there we went
running with madness
a release of our yesterdays
conversing with this, for that
with intentions we couldn’t seem to grasp
and now we’re here
wondering where we’re going
if tomorrow’s our last day
if this is how it’s supposed to end
with rage and one sided sorrow
delusions one couldn’t seem to follow
ideas and visions
a drip of love
and a swinging handtoo far from yesterday
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he twirled
under the sky
with lights in his eyes
love in the night
and i sat
bedazzled with fear
with slight crazy despair
wondering if this was right
if time could fly
if we could float
if things always fell
and i soon stumbled
tumbled through hell
and vacationed in parts
i would soon call home
there were lights
there was love
there were things
you’d only dream of
and i tipped my cigarette
wondering if someday we’d find it
if someday i’d die for him
but we weren’t
we never truly were
it was never truly us
he was just him
dazzled in a costume
which would soon disappear
and create my deepest fear
just him
just i
going rounds
under a darken mistletoe
stubbing our toes
leaving it all
while we fell
to the deepest part of hellin hell
words by dominic riccitello
