They called my pen tearful.
Like a melancholy dream.

but what they don't know is that


they weren't tears.





They were wounds.










I just drew them in ink.

A griffon fights leviathan upon my left forearm
As phoenix rises underneath, regal rebirth from the war

Clouds adorn my bicep
Created as a place to play
For curious birds drawn out of bones;
Symbols of life's pain

A charm is etched into my chest
To ward away the wickedness,
That surrounds me on my path

And cheaply done tribal
on my right shoulder,
A remnant to teenage aftermath

A mural of light and dark is juxtaposed
From left to right upon my back
Serves me as a guiding light
And reminds me of my proper track

Art is created of many forms
And each of their beauties is akin
I am living cautionary tale
And a gorgeous canvas made of skin

She covers her scars with ink filled flowers.
Patches of tiny weeds growing through the cracks of her body.
She hopes to one day be covered so society doesn't see her past mistakes.
Her mother always told her that the best art appeared through
disaster and heartbreak.
Fast forward 60 years and her mother was right.
She's the artwork her mother always said she would be.
She finally
Ever bloomed.

Just a warning if you intented to love
a poet with a blood of ink and words
flowing in our veins..
Your eyes can be our saving grace
that will lead us to a better place
Through our eyes you are beautiful as Aphrodite but wild and powerful as medusa making us feel petrified by your beauty
Every details on your face is worth every letters,  every ink and every thoughts
In our world you are immortal,  and you'll live forever and ever with the poems we stained in your skin cause our poems must find their way home and and that home is you.
But
For us love can be poisonous too
all your words against us is like ink spilled on blank page it's a mess and silly thing.  And I promise you later on your soul with be longing and searching for something that you can't undo. You know why?  
Cause we leave mark under your skin it was all pure all the passionate kisses, of how your body shifted reminiscing our skin to skin connection,  those magical moments that I'll forever be treasure.