I am a poet who bleeds ink

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.

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