Dominic Riccitello Quotes

All of my bad ideas were always my best.

I think if we stop running towards broken arms, we’d all be just fine.

Don’t allow people to come in and out of your life when it only benefits them.

I never expected you to understand, but I did expect you to be there.

I loved you before all of this. When there was nothing. When there was only a single atom in the night sky.

He was beautiful and still is, we just couldn’t flow within the same constellation.

I became to understand you and all of you.

Some long for acceptance while others fear for anything ordinary.

Arrogance will kill anything and everything you ever possibly have.

His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.

The meaning of life is to die living it.

Wrote you a poem or two. You didn’t enjoy them, but I did for you.

I’m not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.

I'm accustomed to toxicity and can’t control myself when I’m near it.

we were justlooking for what couldinstead of what waswhat should beinstead of how it was

We were one, even in the darkest corner.

I’ll never know if it was figuratively or literally when he said I drove him crazy.

I stumbled upon something and someone so magnificent I was truly blind to it.

Who knows if you’re alive anymore, but better yet, who knows if I’m even alive anymore?

I didn’t know what it was, who I was or who he was. I just knew what we could have become as one.

Occasionally we must disconnect to reconnect later on.

I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.

How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?

I don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.

He said he was going to fix everything and I believed him. But I believed him before and again some. And I guess I got lost in the resentment of disbelief.

You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

I’m floating. I’m flowing. I’m loving, but I’m going.

You have to grow. You have to be. You have to love yourself unconditionally.

I see you in every passing moment.

I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.

We must make tough decisions to see if it’s worth it in the end.

We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.

Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

People are so worried about being accepted that it causes them to lose themselves and in turn, lose moments.

It was perfect, but perfection is terrifying.

I realized I loved him after everything went wrong so I wallowed in self-pity and prayed I could wake up.

I write in seconds. I don’t stop. I don’t think. I simply write and when it comes, it flows and it makes sense because it’s genuine. I don’t understand thought-out poetry. It doesn’t seem real to me.

It wasn’t worth it, but at the time it was. And that’s all that mattered.

It was our first date and I asked what his favorite movie is. He asked if I’d judge him, but instead of judging him I just loved him.

People love the facade of a perfection relationship because perfection seems alluring. What they don’t realize is perfection is terrifying.

I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.

I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.

I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.

I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

Hallucinations aren’t always out of the ordinary. How do we know we’re not hallucinating if everything seems plausible?

Broken boys are dangerous, but broken men are lovely.

And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.