The constant leak of bittersweet
feels has me feeling like the poison ivy
is snaking around
my stupid little heart
This image is especially powerful for me. Poison ivy is beautiful and dangerous, like love. Beautiful and oft wounded, like your poetry. I wish you could see what I see in you.
What do I say? I am too humbled that you and a few solid readers here get it. That I don't have to interpret nothing! :)
I hope to see what you see in me. I am working on it in between the dark thoughts and occasional tears. Thank you for being light!