Level: Impossible

Not valuing human connections & relationships isn’t a flex—it’s somehow a lack of humanity itself

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Laura Pashby

كيف أخمدتَ الأمل بداخلي نحوك؟

حتى أن عقلي لم يعد يحاول مراوغتي،

أنظر إليك، فيهمس لي:

"لم يعد لك."

لكنّك تنظر إليّ، فتهمس:

"افتقدتُ عينيك."

لا شيء في كلماتك يتخللني،

لا شيء في وجودك يُشبهك،

كأنّك لم تكن، كأنّنا لم نكن.

كيف أخمدتَ الأمل بداخلي نحوك،

وتركتني أختبر هذا الفراغ؟

كيف لعقلي أن يرى هذا عادلًا؟

أن أتذكّرك، فينتفض قلبي،

ثم أتذكّر أفعالك… فيخمد كل شيء.

Your actions will speak louder than your promises

telling a girI she is a priority vs treating her like she is a priority are two completely different things

Every time I catch myself running through life instead of actually living it, I wonder—am I truly living or just moving? Have I spent my days meaningfully, or have they just slipped away without me noticing?

It makes me think… how many of my best days have I buried without even realizing it?

When I met you, it felt like my memories rewrote themselves. I can’t recall what life was like before you, and honestly, I don’t want to. It feels like you’ve always been here—a lovely boy who stole my memories and rearranged them to revolve around nothing but his eyes ,ever since.

My mind is full of you.

Drowned head to toe, Left breathless, but still filled with it. It’s like the feeling I have towards you, Slowly, gradually, consuming the cells, consuming the air.. Used to the pull, Didn't try to swim away, Until I forgot I was drowning. My mind floats high, My soul drifts weightless, Until suddenly— The water disappears. Was it ever here? It’s your hands, Reaching through the surface. Maybe I was never really drowning, Maybe it was always you I was submerged in, And yet my hands choose yours, As a way to survive this.

One day, maybe,

his eyes will look at me again—

but from another face.

A child running, laughing,

with pieces of him that aren't mine.

And I’ll be walking through it all—

touching everything we knew.

A flower,

the grass,

the lies written in the photos.

He’s everywhere,

just never with me.

But tell me—

how could you share a piece of yourself

with someone else?