words by dominic riccitello

Oct 6, 2014

Someone’s therapist knows all about you.

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 6, 2014

If it doesn’t make me feel wildly uncomfortable or hostile, I’m probably not interested.

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Oct 5, 2014

forever and always you

he loved the way i smelled, tasted
had a hatred for the maple texture of my skin
the sweet was of another, the taste was of other
candles of the essence and hope within air

the hair, tenderness and souls in blaze
we were two, but i wanted one
you wanted another drink while i called hun
a selfish yearn for something other than one
lust for two, for you, a stranger who could never

fists go rounds, thoughts forever bound
skip for love, for us and holy matrimony of under
i kill and kiss, wipe the blood i’ll forever miss
the smear, the tears and scented breath of vanilla
we’ll always be with the wind and under the sun
always against the moon, essentially the dark side of us
another life, another time and another flip of a dime

forever a rhyme of a moment, a tone and a hopeless hole
romance of red and passion and purple hues
the way the sky meets the ocean and blue turns yellow
we were a moment that traveled like the way yellow graced your face on that hot summer day
a top in grey, a drink for two and a face that sparkled under the moon
just you and i, something beautiful that unfortunately fused with cancer and the thought of forever
Oct 4, 2014

I only say I love you when I mean it just like I only speak in tongues when I’m heated.

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Oct 3, 2014

Maybe my problem is that all of my decisions are calculated.

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Oct 2, 2014

madness

we graced the same plain, yet divided by two planes
my words stayed the same although yours were an endless door
it’s the first of october and boy have i been here before
the door, yours and this war in my mind

i redefined my love because of you
the sky was more than blue because of you
the shades, the day, the hues were all essentially you
but the screw was me, just like the phillips will always be you

i’ve written a thousand and the sadness still hovers
the occasional droplet suddenly appears
my fears suddenly take gears and i’m submerged in memories
the seat slips, i dip, my mind rolls back and i play blackout

there are no rules, no hidden spoons, we were and are now
i flip the switch and go with the flow and take moments by emotions
i know no more than who i am and what i want
storm for eyes and play in subliminal crimes

i am me, as you are you, and we are nothing more than a closed door
i shut as you hold walls sky high and deep passion under those eyes
we were once and we had fun, but our game is done
my eyes held everything while yours held sadness
the love will always linger and it was nothing short of madness
Oct 2, 2014

I think about you every day and truly every other minute. I know you go months without the thought of me. It’s weird when you put it together, but today was so bizarre and unexpected. I thought of you and instead of falling deep, I just smiled and laughed. It was everything I’ve been waiting for.

On the first of November of 2013, I wrote: “One day I won’t be in love with you, I’ll just love you and the occasional thought of you might cross my mind, but it’ll be bittersweet.”

And today it finally happened.

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Oct 1, 2014

Thank God, I thought you had cancer.”
“I have that too.

lunch with my ex
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Sep 30, 2014

in the moment

your scent lingered of lavender and fire
the way your crass was sprung from a hug turned bliss
tried to write love but all has become mush
my fingers bleed normality and my breath is of uncertainty

you were all but ever, your fear of forever and never
a mind of a boy and the body of ones own
i die to think, your constant fears of brink
rather than with, you move with yield

a soulful life of yellow, a constant show of jagged edges
you stand with no attempt for hover
the letter of your death sits at the end of the bed
cancer that brought two to their edge
i lift from underneath, try to spring you to think

questions of past to future, our endless calls
you at the morgue, details of bodies that once lived
a tease that suddenly, without a notice of departure
moments of our truth, lying on the couch
hand pressed against my chest stroking life in its moment

we were only ever a moment until you asked for more
i only ever asked for the moment, but you seem to think i asked for more
you moved with fears while i swayed my hips
a pace of aggression and tension, constant fears that you couldn’t seem to comprehend
i wanted, but you could never frolic or flow

bathing in excuse after excuse while your eyes exude
i can’t seem to bend or break or find assurance within you
i see how you bleed and how the rapid moves slowly
the way you speak and ask to love more than yourself

as fierce as a lion and as shallow as the clear of malibu
you were never till i moved with ever
sharing a moment of bliss and your kiss
the teeth that broke my neck
i swim near the deck hoping you figure the ocean and understand why i never mind relaxing in something that seemed so shipwrecked
Sep 29, 2014

I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.

words by dominic riccitello

forever and always you

madness

in the moment