I went with it and ran, but ended up dragging him until we were too deep in the canyon to find our way out.
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I could break you and take you with me, but how would you suffer?
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our stride against
how we rescind to quit
but go with
transcend through
dance upon the windintensity blocks
cherishes
washes us abroad
leaving us armless
along the starshow we did
how we could
the way we lived
with sweet kisses
but poisonous nectarhand in hand
words by dominic riccitello -
Give second chances, third chances, but not a fourth, a fifth, a sixth and so on. Appreciate yourself and understand your worth – know it takes time for people to change, to become better. But know what you can take and what you deserve.
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I, too, was fiercely independent and thought I could make two equal four.
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Occasionally we must disconnect to reconnect later on.
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a desire
which couldn’t
nails like bullets
ripping your skin
making you feel
this, that
everythingdesire of fire
words by dominic riccitello -
I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.
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He said he was going to fix everything and I believed him. But I believed him before and again some. And I guess I got lost in the resentment of disbelief.
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I loved you, I did. I believe I even sold myself a bit: on your love, my lust, your hair and just the way we stood there. How the air smelled of you, the way your shirt was cursed with blues. The way we danced by the ocean in front your mini-garden. The white fence, your loveliness and the heavenly kisses. It’ll always be the sheets, lying beside, holding your arm and kissing your hair in a loving stride.
