322 Quotes by Dominic Riccitello

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

We looked at each other, smiled and agreed that maybe I’m too intense. Then we ate our food and I just smirked because I knew it was true.

My months are spent preparing for the fall.

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

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

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

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.

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.