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Hiwaga Dec 2020
It’s weird to think that every version of me was made to be with every version of you.
It’s crazy to think that what we have crosses universes and traverse timelines and that we were always meant to be,
that nothing could keep us apart.
It’s a beautiful concept.
But imagine if we were never meant to fall in love.
Imagine if every conceivable universe wanted us to remain apart,
but it was our own free will that brought us together.
Imagine if we, in this timeline, were the only versions of ourselves to become what we are.
That we were never meant to be, but we carved our own paths to each other.
That what we feel is stronger than all the force of the universe.
Maybe it was always going to be me and you.
I guess it is for us to find out
Rose Dec 2018
It is too late to know
what it could have been
Like sand slipping through
The gaps between your fingers
Slowly running out

Time doesn’t turn
Actions pave the way
Speaking louder than words
Only thoughts are left
What if?

The unrealistic expectations
That were never fully explored
Create ridges of regret
That cannot be filled
It is too late

Is it faith speaking
Or purely the soothing words
Wanted to be heard
Acting as nothing
But comfort

In all confusion
There is something to be said
Something to be done
And another perspective
Waiting to be explored
Miki Dec 2014
Wrapped in your scent
I think of then
I think what could have been
If i had felt something more
If loving people wasnt a chore
I wish i could do more
We
Could have done more
But oh
Love is a bore

No

Love is fire
We were rain
Love was never
Part of our game
Your name
It sends chills down my spine
And no
Not the good kind

We were wet
Sloppy
Gross
And you loved the most
I was new to this feeling of comfort
Comfort
Was it comfort?
Was it comfort that kept me up at night
Wondering if my head was alright
Wondering if i was holding you tight
Enough?
Because you never seemed ok
With my selfish
Distant ways
And i never knew what to say
To do
How to act

But today
Holding your essence
In the naked palm
Of my hand
I felt that slighy
Small
Maybe

We could have been something someday
Can I wear your hoodie again?
Maybe Dec 2014
No choice
You make
Is
Wrong.
But,
Not always
It is for you
To decide.
Sometimes
Life chooses
For you.
Preferably when
You
Take to long
To pick one,
On your own.
And all you can do,
Is to accept it,
Because the choice has already been made.
Sometimes we find ourselves in a state in which we find it hard to choose. Although we have a secret choice, we wait, wait for a moment, a sign, we look desperately for a clue, a spark of reassurance, hoping it will guide us. But then we blink, and life chose for you already. Now what your life could have been will always be another enigma haunting you in bed at night.

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