Perhaps. Because perhaps one day I’ll find love again. Perhaps one day I’ll get married. Perhaps one day I’ll have kids. Perhaps one day he’ll feel love. Perhaps one day he’ll have kids. Perhaps one day he’ll understand and perhaps one day he’ll truly regret. But perhaps we never met and perhaps I never truly felt.
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a whisper in my ear
everything i longed to hear
birds and bees
quite lovely things
but then i fell
rushed in and out
my own consciousness
a lovely memory
lavender and fire
desire that succumbed
took six feet
allowed a breath
depth of raw certaintydeath of desire
words by dominic riccitello -
It was my movie and I let you be the main character.
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Sipping on your blood, life, love, red wine; things I thought I liked.
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Broke my skin, fractured the rim, only one to rescind with such skill.
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He’ll always be there, in the back of my mind. Maybe because I feel protective as if I’m his guardian angel, but it’s comical because I was the one to feel; to sense, comprehend, grasp and stand in a feeling so immense. Perhaps I wasn’t the one that had to be shown, but I had to be the one to show.
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feet afloat
as i enter wonderland
with the pits of hell broke
and lost in a tranquil daze of yesterdayhis eyes spoke
a heavy haze
three times down
as we run about townthe gratitude of his hands
respect of common sense
head atop, hairs caressing
hands aside, scraping the surface
two furnaces with two differencesthey said i was crazy
too obsessed
but i only felt blessed
wordless
to be with
in that momentwordless
words by dominic riccitello -
I will drag you to the fiery pits of hell just to show you desire, devotion and unconditional love.
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I thought I could salvage something that was beyond my reach, that was nonexistent. His heart had set voyage to the darkest crevice the universe has ever known.
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I like to hide away in the bathroom and write and write and write, until I just can’t anymore.
