words by dominic riccitello

i fine tune nights
on the devils swing
turning with ease
i peddle my feet
into your life
to twirl on fine lines
in dark nights
where shadows hold
me at guard of myself
and i break because i can
in half
in edges
on lines where dots create
space for myself
 
the rhymes
weren’t for you
but for i
for life until we died
a relationship in disguise
of what it truly was
like bleeding knives
knights on horses
in forests looking for divine intervention
and i feel you in the cold
the ghost that riddles my feet
under sheets where i left me
for men i hadn’t known for longer than the night
 
we never had this
i never had that
it was unrequited
but it made sense
its how i penned you a love letter
in a journal under night
in a chair overlooking the city
with wine and time
and you in my mind