#couldhavebeen - Hello Poetry

a month — that’s all it took for the world to start spelling itself in your name. thirty days, and somehow, it felt like forever had already found me. i’d loved you before i even realised it— in quiet messages, in the comfort of knowing you existed, in the way you made ordinary moments feel like warmth. you said it’s distance, you said i deserve someone who’ll stay, that you don’t want me to be a bird with its wings cut off — but what if you were the reason i learned to fly? you call it timing, i call it tragedy. because we could’ve been more if the world had been a little kinder. now we talk like friends — you tease, i laugh, and everything looks fine from the outside. but when the night turns still, you’re the ache behind my heartbeat. you’re every almost, every could-have-been that won’t let go. and i know you told me not to wait — but i will. not out of hope, but because i can’t pretend anyone else could feel like you. i’ll wait quietly, until time decides what we’re meant to be — whether that’s another beginning, or just the memory of my favorite ending. because even if it was only a month, you were the kind of love that rewrote everything i thought love could be.

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Dec 10, 2025

Dec 10, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC

Caroline20

Until time decides

a month — that’s all it took for the world to start spelling itself in your name. thirty days, and somehow, it felt like forever had already found me. i’d loved you before i even realised it— in quiet messages, in the comfort of knowing you existed, in the way you made ordinary moments feel like warmth. you said it’s distance, you said i deserve someone who’ll stay, that you don’t want me to be a bird with its wings cut off — but what if you were the reason i learned to fly? you call it timing, i call it tragedy. because we could’ve been more if the world had been a little kinder. now we talk like friends — you tease, i laugh, and everything looks fine from the outside. but when the night turns still, you’re the ache behind my heartbeat. you’re every almost, every could-have-been that won’t let go. and i know you told me not to wait — but i will. not out of hope, but because i can’t pretend anyone else could feel like you. i’ll wait quietly, until time decides what we’re meant to be — whether that’s another beginning, or just the memory of my favorite ending. because even if it was only a month, you were the kind of love that rewrote everything i thought love could be.

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I Could Have Been I could have been— I could have been your girl. And not just any girl— your girl. The one you come home to, the one you hold tight. You wouldn’t have to fight battles that weren’t yours to beat, or carry secrets you were never meant to keep. I could have been happy— happy with you. If only you could have loved me too.

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Jul 2, 2025

Jul 2, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC

Izzy_unknown

I Could Have been

I Could Have Been I could have been— I could have been your girl. And not just any girl— your girl. The one you come home to, the one you hold tight. You wouldn’t have to fight battles that weren’t yours to beat, or carry secrets you were never meant to keep. I could have been happy— happy with you. If only you could have loved me too.

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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

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Dec 2, 2020

Dec 2, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC

mahiwaga

Imagine

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

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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

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Dec 11, 2018

Dec 11, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC

Poetroses

Could have been?

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

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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

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Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC

NotAWriter

Hoodie Boy

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

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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.

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC

Deathisfree

The memories (I) never chose to have

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.

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