i never told you my name,
it's chino.
it's actually camillo,
but that sounds like a sissy.
stacey came over today,
we tried out my new knife.
sharp, and chrome.
it mingled between our fingertips like melting ice,
bliss.
we wrote our name together like stupid fucking kids.
(S+C)
i can't lie,
made me tear up a little.
i've never felt this needed before.
i didn't think about killing her today,
i thought of leaving her,
leaving her death to the misfortune of
love.
instead of killing her,
i cut myself.
it was deep- and fleshy.
my blood tastes sweet,
like candy.
sometimes i wonder if i'm ok,
i know i'm not
but fuck mental health.
that shit ain't even real.
