fuck! it could’ve been love


fuck! it could’ve been love

if your heart was ready to pour on me

i’d drink gallons of you until hyponatremia

and then backstroke in my lungs


afternoons of polo

is there bliss is your dominion?

deep diving to solve enigmas

but i can’t hold my breath for that long


so i start romanticising my trauma

for a little affection

seems like fun when the days are cyclical

until i float to surface level


and i start noticing

blotches of red in the water

my lips ice blue

and my head pounding black


watching my phone like paint

it dries up my mind

if only you could spare droplets

to save my sanity


fuck! it could’ve been love

but it’s never enough

and im so starved

fuck! it could’ve been love

  • Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2020 00:54
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 64
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Leah_Seyoum_.


  • L. B. Mek

    cleverly woven between melodic poetic ambition and a gravely-throat's pride of vehemence for saying-it - exactly, as you feel it! sing-on dear Poet, may you never lose your passion!
    thanks for sharing

  • Poetic Dan

    "so i start romanticising my trauma

    for a little affection"

    You got me there I first laughed then a cry!

    Many great lines from a poetic mind, keep up the write!

  • MelissaJA

    It's a mixture of emotions swirling beautifully in this poem. Very relatable, for those of us who have been in this place. Well done.

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