Lostpoetessspace - Untitled But Worth It

احترت انا بين قلبي وبينك، والحيرة عذاب.

معرفش الصادق مين فيكم؟ ومين الكداب؟

قلبي بيقولي كلام،وانت بتقولي كلام، وعنيا شايفه كلام،والناس

الناس بيقولوا كلام..

Winter’s air holds pieces of us.

Black Beach - Iceland, 2016

That feeling—realizing you might not know someone as well as you thought—hurts in a deep way. It’s like losing something without even knowing what exactly is gone.

I realize this love isn't a fleeting thought, but something that only grows stronger with each passing day. It's not just a feeling—it's a commitment, one that has no end in sight. No matter how much time passes, day by day, I fall for you anew.

Once I reached your hand, the voices vanished into nothing. The world quieted as my body rested like a baby in a dream— full of you, and a happier me.

Was it always this warm? Is it really my duvet, or did you reach the child in me, build her a shelter where all her fears could finally fall asleep— settle and feel at home?

أن أغرق بي لأجدني كلي أنت،

تفانٍ بمحياك، ابتسامة، نبرات،

كلي تفانٍ… يتدفق نحو الحياة، نحوك،

حيث لا حدّ بيننا، حيث أنظر إليك،

ويمتدّ الحب كما خُلق،

كما السلام، كما الأرض..

You're Safe

It's just thoughts.

how do you live knowing pieces of you exist in a world where I don’t?

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?

Is the version I love the one I made up in my head, or maybe the one you showed me for a bit? sometimes it feels like I’ve fallen for someone who doesn’t ever exist. who do i miss now ? Mirage..

I’ve had thousands of conversations with you in my mind, loving the version of you that no longer exists. In these conversations, you’re still the person I once knew—warm, caring, and easy to talk to. We talk about things we never got the chance to say out loud, and somehow, everything feels right again. In this other world, we exist in a space where time doesn’t change us. It's a place where the version of you I love is still alive, untouched by the passing of time or the distance between us.