He was important. That’s the complete definition of his being. But the truth is, I’m important too. We lose ourselves in people the moment we intertwine. We justify things they do wrong and fall in love with things they do right. We justify little jabs, little words, little white lies with thinking they’re normal. They’re not. When you fall in love with someone, you want them happy. Their happiness makes you happy. That’s love. And since I was in love, I thought I was actually wrong. I would reward him when he treated me horribly. I would love him harder when he threw toxicity. It was dangerous. Vile. Absolutely terrifying that someone could make you feel so immensely cold, but so crazy in love. That’s emotional abuse.
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dancing in, but without
ease of your sleep
devil calls
as you break knees
i hear you in shadows
laughing in hateful actions
frolicking through
narrow of my bones
hollow of broken hallways
he seethes in dreams
breaking dimensions
the fear nears
subliminal to the beat
within your heart
how i keel to kill
blood smears
frolicking through
your heart
he sins your bones
in a soulful tone
leaving an omen
leaving you hopeless -
Are they in love with you or in love with what you offer?
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walking the beam
you in the streets of reign
falling beneath
tremble of my knees
i hurdle with pain
skipping cracks
kissing the backs
of strangers in the rain
tears fall from within
how your hands rescind
black takes
as the leaves you rake
within my soul
the dark cold hole
i tried to climb from
with shades and hues
grays which consumed
i wallow in pain
calling your name
blaming you in vain
cutting the vines
i swung to please
the darkest of banegathering thoughts
words by dominic riccitello -
wine stained lips
red touch
i descend
into a world
where lovely
paralleled my existence
and we went with
rather than without -
Don’t mistake my passion for crazy.
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to shake the dark of you
dancing between shades of blue
green like hallways
eyes of rapid lightning
to feel your beat
upon my knees
touch of your hands
blood from my past
i hear your voice
shadows at night
hurdles down halls
which used to be mine
as you drain my life
from vine to vine
floating on time
touching what used to taste of fine wine
passion lingers
it feels of hunger
what’d we do to feel the warmth
as we did
a few years yonder -
in the wind of your eve
a breeze you can’t see
falling to walls
bricks exposed
sand crumbling
words without vowels
can’t speak your name
hesitation builds
anxiety triumphs
rapids of your heart
how i fell in love in the dark
twist, we bend
breaking backs
slipping on cracks
fucking my head
we ooze
from the deepest of hues
it was you
i fought for
even in doom -
dazing with void
how far we’ve come
who have i become
i sway in the wind
things i regret
fear for disease
lobes of my brain
bane of my existence
i gloss in death of a reckless love
bid adieu to visions of you
instigations to a dangerous mind
i thrive in the sea of a beautiful design
hurdles of your body
eyes black like coffee
tears to a tune
it’s high noonhigh noon
words by dominic riccitello -
I’m not sorry you fell in love with me. I’m sorry I didn’t fall in love with you soon enough.
