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  • I’M WRITING ABOUT MY DEAD FRIEND BECAUSE THERAPY IS FUCKING EXPENSIVE published by DREAM BOY BOOK CLUB

    Me and Benjamin had a lot in common
  • One of them was our desire to suck Louis
    Big round cheeks
    Dark brown hair
    Luscious pink lips


    we wanted to suck Louis so badly
    that we were ready to forget that we had no attraction for each other
    to suck him together


    I'm sure Louis' dick
    Is small but good licking
    smells like rose soap
    and is pink like his lips


  • Louis didn’t know we both fantasized about his dick
    In fact we both never really spoke to him
    It was our thing, our sharing dream, not his


    now that Benjamin is dead
    I don't want to suck Louis's dick so much anymore
    I would stop sucking dicks to bring him back to life
    I would suck the ugliest dick on earth to bring him back to life


                                                                                                         


FRED WAS IN LOVE WITH ME, I WAS IN LOVE WITH FRED, AND MY ANUS IS PINK

Pulished by The Burning Palace
His fourth love
My first love

Our anal life was a good representation of our relationship
The first time we did anal together was magical
I felt so close to him
It felt special

He was saying I had a beautiful pink anus
When we had to transfer money to each other
Our bank security question was always the word anus
And the answer was pink

Like MDMA it was never as good as the first time
More we did it
More it hurt
More I didn't want to do it
More he felt rejected
More he felt scared of losing me
More he was putting pressure to do it
More I was hurt
More he hated me to be hurt
More I was not in love
More I didn't want to do this anymore

He proposed to pay me to have anal with me
I think I accepted two times, maybe more
They were the last times we did it together



I was his fourth love
He was my first love



















































When I was a kid I wanted to kill myself
I looked online and found an article on google explaining the best 10 way to kill yourself. I tried some of them. Poem published at The New York City Poetry Festival (2023)

I cut myself
But I stopped because it was too hurtful

I tied a scarf around my neck
to suffocate to death during my sleep
but I woke up still alive, unhappy, with a beautiful pashima 

I tried to drown in the bath
but I couldn't breathe so I stopped

I swallowed a lot of pills at once before going to bed.
I don't remember anything. My father told me that I jumped on my brother's bed
and went downstair to sleep on the couch

I threw up the next day and was sick for a week
I tried to make a second attempt but I couldn't swallow pills anymore. My body wanted to vomit just looking at them

So I took them to school and at dinner time I hid in a park.
I crushed my pills and mixed them in the SPAGHETTI from my thermos
Don’t do this option if you want to kill yourself
It’s disgusting
I went back to the first option, cutting myself
but this time in the bath
My father might not be a good father
but he makes fucking good spaghetti
and I disrespected him that day
 
It was like a good cuisine fusion
every time I wanted to kill myself, I went into the bath with a knife in my hand,
It was like a good cuisine fusion
but this time in the bath
but I wasn’t cutting myself

there was something so powerful about holding a knife but not cutting it's like holding a cigarette all day but never smoking it

tonight I felt nostalgic
nostalgic for that time when my life was dedicated to dying
So I wrote this poem with my computer in one hand and a knife in the other