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) - Published: December 14th, 2020 00:54
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 64
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Leah_Seyoum_.
Offline)
Comments3
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
"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!
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.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.