I looked him dead in the eye and said, you better not fall in love with me. And he didn’t. But I did.
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highway hickey
i taste your lips
vibrance of your neck
fumes ride under
exterior of your being
i touch the tips
riding your soul
we sway
the sun, it rises
i grasp a thigh
turning with you
dividing myself
water crashes against rocks
as i did
with yousmashing water
words by dominic riccitello -
there used to be light
things used to be right
it used to be love in your eyes -
i descend into a place
we used to lie in the light of our emotions
playing in games of a thriving night
i seance your name
grooving in my mind
our time used to be right
things used to be quite–
i run through your mind
screaming for where you are
how the air feels warm
things feel of norm
the storm holds me here
i touch, but you wade
and things feel of haze
fire of your desire
i used to cry in the night
when i used to lie beside
the cold of your hands
touch of my toes
you scream my name
fucked my mind a thousand times
the feeling of crazy
things used to be unusual
in a sense of a wildfire
destroying my heart
we thrived in the dark
of a cold stricken saddened horizontrue dawn
words by dominic riccitello -
I didn’t want to break your heart. So I broke mine instead.
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smoothing your chest
i deep the crevice
darkness of your soul
insecurities build
i run through your mind
past gazes
how my hands are handless
i freak to your bow
leaving my edges
crumbling to pieces
the loveless days
tears run
as your legs in my dreams
anxiety tempts
my heart races
you never thought i loved you
until it was too late
fuming your being
i cried for the first time
today
thinking of you
the love for you
the sky was gray
the gloom killed
frank in the background
espresso to move
the hardest
is the beginning
the deepest
was our understanding
the darkest
was our lovethe hardest part
words by dominic riccitello -
I gave everything for what I thought was all of it.
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the words rip
the seams of my chest
i bend, i break
love of your breath
a heart which seems
uneasy
climbing your walls
i flute for your show
banging the gong
goosebumps fill my arm
a love you never felt
colors i held
the passion turns red
from blue to black
colors of the rainbow
heart in my lap
i ravel on end
holding on to
all of your edges
pieces of heaven
the jagged
spikes of your roses
the shades i knew
the hues i became used tocolors of passion
words by dominic riccitello -
You go with your gut. Not your heart.
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I scared him. To death. To the point where my stature frightened him. The mood I was in. The pain in my voice. That frightened him. He couldn’t handle it. But the truth is, he couldn’t handle himself. The pain extended from him. He was the cause, I was the effect and he didn’t like the reality of pain. When you hurt someone, you must face it. You must live in it. You must understand it so you don’t continue the torment. He never faced it nor understood it, which is why the discomfort angered him.
