It’s not that I cry because I miss him, its because I know our paths won’t cross for another thousand years or so.
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Inspired by earth, love, hatred, irony, confidence and sadness.
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Until we meet again, when the sky is blue and you are you and I am I.
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The problem wasn’t that I loved him more than myself, it was that he loved himself more than I ever could.
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I love poetry because it lets me express my love for another more than what is normally perceived.
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freeway to fog
hidden to bits
secret twined kisses
we lift, love
caress two beings
transcend into heavens
touch
our fingers
lying in loaded bullets
a rush
the push to shove
heartbeats aligned
the knees to gut
our sleepless nights
lie side by side
atop a world of mine
the dawn
his heart
my life
a soulmate
us, two beings
an entirety
a universe
one lucifer
another stuck
in reverselucifer
words by dominic riccitello -
Thank you! I was the same way for along time. Whether it’s shit or not – you learn, you grow and no one else’s opinion really matters unless you let it. Fuck ‘em, post it. Identify yourself. You are you.
