words by dominic riccitello

Oct 26, 2016

i walk your rhythm
holding your hand
flowing within
i touch your brain
holding your lobes
flowing within
i tango your being
grasping your body
flowing within
you talk of things
dates and hiv
the hollow lies there
eyes roll back
feels of sudden black
anxiety caresses the deepest cracks
you say you frightened
yet i am not frightened
saddened from feelings
broken memories
we wade in the black
of a darkened conversation
first date to hundredth date
nostalgia fills my being
i lie in thoughts
knees feel buckling
heart begins melting
you ask if i’m fine
fine i am
the thing which scares me
you seem not to be

meeting of two people
words by dominic riccitello
Oct 25, 2016

i lay to seas
stroking your hair
greed of your please
i lie with ease
fumbling your heart
the garden you seem to frolic
stroking my back
a kiss from strangers
you never think it’d last
the attachment in your being
rain drops fall from dawn
he pulls with affection
i feel like heaven
in the grasp of his please
hell burns
the sadness i know
i’ll bring

back kisses from strangers
words by dominic riccitello
Oct 23, 2016

Don’t look for a relationship. Let the relationship find you.

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 22, 2016

We like to fix broken people. We like to care for others. Nurture them. But the truth is, we can’t fix people. People must fix themselves.

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 20, 2016

i walk beside your hands
strolling the patch
soft sounds of my voice
a quietness i’ve known
which comes and goes
like shades of the moon
i look past
those devilish eyes
the way i used to cry
your voice in the night
holding your body in the cold
throwing things in the void
blacked out nights
we knew too well
you asked if i was alright
i am, i said
but your voice brings the silence
i fall in love as ever
remember things
like august 27th
your eyes roll for my nostalgia
details i always seem to remember
flowing with
we reminisce on feelings
how we went from here till now
but it all feels icy cold black
walls higher than
i turn with pages
wondering if this is a chapter
how he seems so scattered
if this is the end
forever until death

pumpkin patch
words by dominic riccitello
Oct 19, 2016

The moment I realized I lost you? I didn’t. You lost me.

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 18, 2016

My poetry was a sad mixture of us. A compound of what was and what could’ve been. Now they’re just a bittersweet moment that passed and really, that’s all I could ask for.

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 17, 2016

i lie here
dreaming of things
which could’ve been
places we could’ve gone
holding your hand
a leg atop your lap
figuring life out
twirling in my mind
you slide from right to left
to the pits i ran from
the pause feels like death
feeling the grip
tight of my teeth
shivering for light
from this dark cold place
i ravage the memories
hating you
all the things you said
demeaning justification
tears which felt like–
i sway with a sweat
toes numb
hurts to be, i said
i used to be, i said
insecurities flood
anxiety builds
gut in my chest
i wasn’t crazy
until you made me

anxious love
words by dominic riccitello
Oct 16, 2016

He called me crazy. A few times too many. To the point where I buckled thinking I was crazy. You can label me. You can yell at me. You can hurt me, but I’ll figure it out. I’ll run with the labels. I’ll run with the hurt. I’ll own it. I’ll love it. I’ll live with it knowing there was no real justification for any of it. Sticks and stones may break my bones, your words were always the hardest, but I got it. I’m here. Not there, but here. Not being, but becoming.

— words by dominic riccitello
Oct 15, 2016

The thing with toxic relationships is that the toxicity feels like fuel, and then you need it.

words by dominic riccitello