Don't have your green eyes-
Mine are blue, like the sky,
Like oceans,
Like cold.
Not the same doll-like face,
'cause mine is softer, but
Just as conniving.
I hate like you do,
Hold grudges,
Never let it go-
Let my knuckles be white,
And I'd kill,
Make a crater in the earth
And laugh like demons.
I don't love you like that,
But wherever you've been,
I've been there, too.
Going just as far in this darkness,
Not as blind,
But leaving anyway,
Ending up in the same places
We should have never sought,
With different-eyed daughters
And same black hearts.