The hardest thing is saying goodbye to the most toxic thing in your life.
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he twirls my legs
between his fingers
i question anxiety
a shaken personality
he words his fears
and throws them at me
a broken being
my heart feels unease
i rock with a sadness
finding rocks where love lies
beating with hesitation
i stand at my walls
looking out but bowing
before saying hello
i wade in a daze
tears where they sang
i swallow my gut
the coldness hurts
the ice beneath his nails
leaves scars upon my back
it hurts to breathe, i said
i’ll always love you, he said
we extend with an essence
scaring our knees
stepping on toes
a blood bath we never thought
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words by dominic riccitello -
these words
spill from my neck
twisting things
i could’ve said
i tune with a drink
two fisting
a lime and please
loving you
in ways
i thought were truly
unreal
we turn with pages
creating novels
words
deep breaths
i sigh with hatred
for a loveless reality
your world where
actuality
was pure idiocracyreality
words by dominic riccitello -
I find inspiration in people, situations, conversations, general life experience, and ways things could’ve been. If you write from truth, it works. If you don’t, it won’t.
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It wasn’t worth it, but at the time it was. And that’s all that mattered.
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i slumber to a beat
the heart i felt
a touch with ease
the incense of my brain
his hands i felt
the warmth i held
i sway with the moon
a dawn kiss
which went too soon
he slips his hands
which caress my back
the touch of my spine
i transcend to a place
of otherworldly
holding on to things
i thought were lovely
an abusive mind
dark lies
hard cries
a hateful lifehard lies
words by dominic riccitello -
You can’t patch cracks on a glass house.
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sliding my body
i touch the veins
across his arms
feeling a way
i’ve yet to feel before
i yearn his eyes
stroking his heart
the smooth of his being
happiness plays forth
i swing his lovely
twirling with his body
the street lights glimmer
hands to hips
a dark kiss
shadows hiss
i hear the lies
the edge of loneliness
it creeps with hatred
i loved the vacant
feeling of his touchvacant touch
words by dominic riccitello -
The problem was I always took the blame. But he was wrong. But I thought me taking the blame could fix it.
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Your worth is what you allow it to be.
