On the walls there is red paint

Imitating blood

In my mind

I think of yours

Falling from our fingertips

After you sliced through your skin.

On my hands there is red paint

Imitating blood

In my mind

I think of mine

When I too

Slit my fingerprint

So ours would match

But now I realize

We are still

Of a different identity.

On the walls there is red paint

Imitating blood

In my mind

I look at my face

Speckled with red

I try to wipe it off

But you are stuck to me

And now your blood

Is in mine.

Your mother asked

Where you found the razor

You did not know

But we did

And instead said

We did not know

She was scared

And we were 

Because now

We share blood

But still

On the walls is red paint

On my hands there is red paint

On my face there is red paint

But in my heart

Is your blood

So I am in love.