how the wind conspires with the eve
and we fall suddenly
it was love
what people are afraid of
words by dominic riccitello
beating
while barely breathing
hands in the air
we’ve come so far
on the last
lying in bed
half dead
can’t get you out of my head
breaking, taking
bathing in honey
where are we going?
i can feel us drifting
two separating
hands in the air
utter despair
we’ve been here, there
everywhere
mission to kitchen
phoenix to los angeles
the most quintessential
a relationship of imperfections
and our dance above pencils
I wished upon a star that I could break his heart, but then I rewound because I wouldn’t wish the darkest upon just anyone.
I appreciated the detour, his heart and my darkest hour; and I can’t think of a time more well spent, but it’s time for me to go home.
He slipped and I slipped,
and then he dipped,
ripped
and killed
everything I believed in.
soaking with
your mind, your body
these words
ravaging my lobes
as you caress with gloves
you’re not ready
while you held the gun
and then you’re gone
with the wind
a once, a boy
a once upon a time
the walking pun
where our love deluded
with the sun
He said it was a chance I’d have to take and that’s why I was always afraid. He knew, he was set before he had given us a chance. Then time moved on and we were no longer together. The stubbornness in me still said happy birthday because it was my way of proving him wrong. That it’s impossible to forget me.
We do certain things for certain people and crazy things for crazy people.