We Have The Same Blue Eyes
By Lucy Clark
and dark brown wavy hair,
we have the same sadness
and former love of cocaine
but I have the madness:
the real crazy.
He didn’t get that gene
he stopped me killing myself
with the rope I bought from Amazon,
he also told me to do it when I was sixteen.
He was the only one to notice
those late-night calls.
Or rather say anything about it
yet we’re tied together eternally.
my blood, my blood red,
his blood blue.