I remember things like dates down to minutes, what they smelled like, how they walked and how they tug their hands in their pockets. I twine myself in nostalgia of moments and not necessarily the people in them. I long for the idea of the past and occasionally forget the present. I find myself lost in memories, just looking to recreate the moment; forgetting the past is in the past and what we have is now.
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driving along
we used to lie
i daze
with thoughts of that dreary night
we walked with shadows
turned in the eve
against that navy jeep
i licked your lips
touched your tongue
held your heart
before it felt like stone
we turned with edges
smoothed out our crevices
i loved you
before i ever touched
your hipsbefore july
words by dominic riccitello -
If you’re in a relationship and find yourself constantly using “we” instead of “I” – stop. You are more than your relationship.
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I gave him my heart without thinking how it would feel if he returned it.
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He said I wanted revenge, but if I wanted revenge I would’ve just broken his heart.
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he grabbed my neck
with words
touched my heart
with a kiss of dark
said he loved
and twisted my back
caressing my body
fucking others
with my identity
i touched his heart
he stole my soul
built walls
walked with lonely
i stole my emotions
handed them on a string
swinging from branches
where he used to
love mefucking me softly
words by dominic riccitello -
My mistakes were because I was selfless. I wanted to complete someone else, I didn’t think about completing myself.
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we mold with
cracks
slight slivers
a deep crevice
a heaviness we feel
flowing within ourselves
we grow from the darkness
we consume
we are one but none
without each other
coming togetherloneliness
words by dominic riccitello -
I write the right. I do the left.
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I don’t write about you. I describe you. I explain you.
