hands to eyes
palms to knees
are soulmates meant to be
they think forever
yet what about after
when we’re stuck in the hereafter
waiting for an answer
for our last chapter
and the only thing left is a lasting actor
a snarky tune one i used to play just for you no longer somber no longer under hold on honey my phone’s ringing seems i’ve given my number
I looked you in the eye and said fuck you, walked down the stairs and just sat there.
I cried and realized I don’t have time. It’s taking over. It’s taking your soul and everything I used to know.
You can’t always beat the disease and it’s not like it’s cancer. I’m not going to dance for your conceited or please when needed. It’s all you and your endless blues. The way you demand and your heartless system of obtaining what you want. I’m not a clock that waits for time or strikes only when you need me at midnight.
words by dominic riccitello
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