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. 

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