Dominic Riccitello

The meaning of life is to die living it.

All of my bad ideas were always my best.

Don__ allow people to come in and out of your life when it only benefits them.

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

I__ not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.

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

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there__ always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down _ it__ more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain.

Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

I don__ believe he deserves the thousands of poems I__e written about him, but life doesn__ follow rules. We do things for people who don__ necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.

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

Wrote you a poem or two. You didn__ enjoy them, but I did for you.

There was no unknown. He loved me and I loved him. There was no question, no doubt, no uncertainty, which perhaps caused us to lose ourselves indefinitely and enter a void so permanent. One where we stood with such confidence, which sounds lovely; but when you believe you have everything, you simply lose everything.

He was beautiful and still is, we just couldn__ flow within the same constellation.

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

All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.

When you complete yourself is when you can complete someone else.

His eyes said what I cannot see.

He said I wanted revenge, but if I wanted revenge I would__e just broken his heart.