I miss moments more than I miss people.
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i sit with gloominess
an everlasting shadow
a type of sadness
i’m accustomed to
it feels like bricks
atop your hands
squirming like fish
anxiety thrills
your being
leaving you questioning
we twirl with rapids
creating whirlpools
where we swam
i grabbed his hand
but he didn’t grab backwhirlpools
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how it went from beating
to detonating
and evaporating
we bathed our sorrows
in a bottle of belvedere
near your old rocking chair
the sweater near your heater
love in a hotel room
we went from renaissance
to resistance
depth to shallowness
a religion of never
twined in the darkness
of those eyes
dark brown hair
a gloomy kindness
with white noise
which stung instead of sanga rhythmical throbbing of the arteries as blood is propelled through them, typically as felt in the wrists or neck.
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i lie in your consciousness
basking in your delight
i felt your being
it felt like night
we cross paths
stepping on thumbtacks
wondering if our worlds
could collide again
we hold our knives
like we hold our truths
who knew i could fall in love with you
we twirl by fire
the pits of our sorrow
the hollow of our souls
you liked the light
and i loved the dark
grunge of your please
how i felt you needed me
with your tongue slicked
i felt it
us
you atop of me
i begged with greed
as you shadowed with ease
we went a year and a few
and then you came
with your hand on my shoulder
heart in my hands
i let go
walked away
with ease
and finally
in peacea sense of resolution or conclusion at the end of an artistic work
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I’ve been asked quite a bit to create an Instagram and two years later, I’m finally there. Feel free to follow me on Instagram (@wordsbydominic).
xx, D
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I was lost. You were found. But they didn’t really mix.
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I lost it in you, but I found it again within myself.
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i linger
between your fingers
the grasp of your air
it twirls me
right there
a sense of sultry
a debonair noir
i felt your bliss
inside my being
questioning
we turned with waves
letting oceans evaporate
i touched your soul
with a grasp
so icy
i knew i loved you
i didn’t know
how coldof or at a low or relatively low temperature, especially when compared with the human body.
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i touched his heart
his soul
deeper
it became clearer
i sing his tune
feeling him
his lust
caressing his drink
feeling him soft
running my hands
slithering threw
i loved him
his blues
the eternal sadness
i always kneweternal
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If you begin dating someone and they tell you they’re not ready for a relationship and you assume that’s something you can change, they’re not playing you. You’re playing yourself.
