I am not an octopus
I am a poet who bleeds ink
I sink, words tattoo the page
blood and scars
look at the way
my love is tar
thick like blue ichor
of the gods
I love you like anxiety from afar
butterflies and broken tickers
hearts on fire
with the oil of desire.
I loved the imagery in this piece, great writing!
Thanks Jackie I needed to hear that I am going through a crisis of confidence at the moment.