macabre me

This is one of my ex girlfriends favorite poems that she made me read and it is now one of my favorites aswell. Its been on my tumblr about me, or whatever the fuck its called, for ages because I could identify with this peice of writing more then most peices of literature I have ever read. I don’t know who wrote it but, I’m glad they did.


~Octopus

If I were an octopus, I would walk on eight arms that would not hold you. My slick leathery skin would repulse you,
The suction cups of my limbs tearing into the flesh of your ribs and soft pink mouth in teeth and nails.
In all my dreams I would never see the sun through the ink of the ocean-sky above my head,
Just streams of light like ribbons tumbling through the waves.

I would sleep there, at the bottom of the sea.
I would cling to rocks and coral to shelter me from it,
Cold and long and sweeping as your eyes over the glow of your half-smoked cigarette.
My skin would change color like a shifting kaleidoscope whenever I wanted. You could never see me staring at you, out of the corner of your eye,
Even when I longed for you to.
And I would long for it, too.

I would live alone, no home to keep and no heart to grow fonder with the passing years.
I would have no songs to sing or guitar to pluck with coarse inelegant fingers;
Everything that you ever knew about me would have been wrong.
I would live just long enough to have a thousand babies that look and act just like me, in clutches of shivering and perfect eggs.
I would never know their faces,
Or the softness of your arms around them.
They would be the only whispers of my memory.

If I were an octopus I would die there, in the ancient silt.
I would wash away forever in the current like a whirling storm and you would not mourn me.
My arms would unfurl like a flower until there was nothing more of me,
Lost in the tides.