He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.
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he was
uncivil
with a slight
pretentious nature
which colored him
in a hue of red
and would cast
a black shade
through his cracks
along his back
and from his head
he walked with horns
with a hatred
and spoke your name
with an ageless tune
which made you doubt
your hate and instead
love in a way which
wasn’t truly you -
And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.
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Old-fashioned dating still exists. You’re either dating the wrong people or you are the problem.
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it was all
a tad bit evil
with a twine of kind
how words turn
with pages
ashes burn
with the night
we were awhile
and by awhile
we were a lifetime
of never
two birds
singing the same tune
day after day
wondering when things
would be the same
and when night
would turn daybliss and deathly kisses
words by dominic riccitello -
he spoke
with intensity
a divine masculinity
and touched
with fire
made you feel
higher and higher
until you fell with force
grabbing your heart
slamming the floor
with blood smeared
heart poured
and your hand
still on the doorwading with waiting
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i could feel
your touch
down my spine
dancing through my core
to my feet
we talked of our past
things we’ve done
things we’d like
and there i stood
with you in grasp
yet wondering
when we’d meet
but everything was nonsensical
nothing was as it was
like it was before
when life was shades
hues and colors i never knew
and then it went black
nothing
just a lost void
of what i thought was wanderlustblue to black
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I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.
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There’s always a time and a place for everything, but sometimes they don’t align for quite awhile which creates a sense of hopelessness. But it’s there and it’s always there, and even if we begin to become hopeless, we just need to believe in ourselves. Not let the thoughts in the back of our mind take control of what we truly believe in.
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we stood in lies
wondering why
time moves as it does
why we sway
from left to right
until we’re off the edge
talking of lost time
lost tries
hums until we die
the white noise
in which we succumb to
i loved him, i did
i still do
in bits, in pieces
and even in whole
but all i have left
is a human stuck in a stroll
through the garden of insanity
wondering where i went
how time could switch
flip and hurt me
like it hurt him
things move
in a pace of variety
sometimes with hurt in your eyes
sometimes with kindness for the first time
but at times it comes
with a hatred so divine
it’ll make you die
a thousand times
cry a thousand cries
until you realize
all you had was nothing
but another’s narcissism
in place of your happinessgarden of insanity
words by dominic riccitello
