When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?
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If you loved him once, you’ll love him forever. You never stop — there’s no backing out. You still love him, you’re just no longer in love with him.
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He’s standing behind you,” as she lay upon the bed.
“Where? I don’t see him.”
“The man. He’s looking through the window.”
“I don’t see him.”
“The man with the hat. He’s looking right at you.back in hospice
words by dominic riccitello -
our hands were as cold as ever
two spirits lost in the zone of their unconscious life
a meeting of two brought you, a tumble of weeds, but i still see
bend down, the beauty, the lovely and how fast i’ve fallenwasn’t sent from, it was time and the reason i write rhymes
i patronize others and paint feelings of another
slip with this and that and feel an unholy feeling of immorality
they say otherworldly, but i rhyme and say, ideally maybe i lie frozenthe warm brings truth and my favorite color is blue
shades of darkness, the deep underlying feeling of your highness
a wicked reign of yesterday through eternity
matter of a ghost roaming the coast wondering where it all went wrongi do, i did and at times i still feel gone like a piece of me isn’t right
that i might’ve already died and well, maybe this is limbo
all the symbols, the unnecessary jesters out at sea
how people become stuck in windows deep throating any sort of informationi think about the bitter, the cold, the deep devotion i have towards you
forever stuck in this wonderment and awful mood of endearment
you said you’ve never felt it, that you wish and that you were sorry
yet an apology isn’t always accepted and sometimes you have to face itthe way i called as you reigned and felt today like it was a getaway
i’m not asking for an apology, a sorry or really anything
essentially an understanding that it went both ways
it takes two to make a wrong and even if your morals weren’t there
i should’ve pulled the chair and left and said i’ve had itnow i’m strung, hung up on things i should’ve never seen
looking down upon things that i haven’t given a chance
stuck in a motion of you that left this jaded bruise
i feel used while you made excuse after excuse
i have no clues, no use, all you did was shoot while i sat confused -
I appreciate the sadness.
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he fucked my mind into believing he was mine
dropped me like a fly just to watch me cry
it was brilliant, but because he didn’t know i could kill him
he never thought twice or figured i could switch without a hitch
to tear without words, touch — let his buttons go while holding the remotei go with the flow, hold endless high notes for the show
the brilliance, my resilience, i loved to kill him
i dimmed the lights, threw down my hood and bathed in the blood
lather, rinse and repeat as i played with his kneesthey say i’m crazy, but it’s all in the mind
telekinesis did the crime, i just played my lines
the game was mine, his days were mine
i sucked his soul like you would never knowi blew my cocaine off his neck and splattered the guts from his chest
but i laugh — not because i’m crazy, but because his game was lazy
his chances were days as mine were years
his days were mine, but i guess that’s as clear as the spear he used when i thought he was mine -
At times, I do wish people knew the half of it. Not in a condescending or a superior sense, but beauty lies beneath our life experiences, and occasionally it would be nice to feel a truthful connection of past meets present.
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In a general sense, a certain level of confidence and energy one exudes. The way they grace their eyes and choose words. How their brain links with their soul and if they seem trapped in a world of superficiality.
In companion, it’s everything, really. How they walk, the way their hands move and how focused their eyes sit. If they caress your neck and speak with truth. The intensity in their voice when they say your name versus a nickname. But beauty essentially lies within yourself when you look at someone and realize it’s in the grace, not the face.
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I believe we’re supposed to meet people and down the road things are supposed to happen—”
“Not now, but in the future, when the time is right and the idea of a relationship sounds pleasing, maybe we can try it again.”
“If you’re not married by then,” with the biggest smirk upon his face.
“I guess we’ll see.lunch with my ex
words by dominic riccitello
