#softpoetry

Yet again in darkness I stayed,

Out in the open, that's where I played.

Until you showed up, with your sunny smile,

And banished the darkness with it for a while.

Radiance from you will always heal any scar,

Endless light from you can create a star.

Truth and lies, I told you many,

However, you never told a lie, not even any.

Evening it was, when you said the word,

Sincere and honest, and it made my world.

When I heard it, from happiness, I fainted,

Eager and free, I thought I was sainted.

Enough of this, you are my one,

Through thick and thin, you'll be my sun.

Even now, I cannot believe,

Such a wonderful person is in love with me.

I loved you in silence, In pauses, In spaces you never noticed.

You smiled at the world, I smiled at you.

You never noticed the chair that stayed empty, In dreams I dressed for two.

I never asked for anything— But still, You took everything Without ever knowing.

Good ones.

They make me laugh.

They listen when the world gets too loud.

They show up.

And yet,

There are moments I disappear.

On purpose.

Not out of anger. Not sadness. Not even exhaustion.

Just this quiet need to be unreachable.

To let my skin settle after too much noise.

Because even with closeness,

sometimes I feel like I have no one.

Not in the dramatic, echoing kind of way.

Just in the soft ache that no one fully sees me in the way I need.

It’s not loneliness the way it’s written in poems.

Not the kind that begs to be held or fixed or filled.

It’s a loneliness I carry like a soft shawl

draped around me when my thoughts are too loud and everything else feels like static.

Sometimes I sit in it.

Let it hold me instead.

Silence wraps around me, time slows, everything softens.

And it doesn’t mean I’m breaking.

It doesn’t mean I want someone to knock on my door and ask what’s wrong.

It just means this is how I survive.

By pulling away to remember who I am

beneath the noise,

beneath the jokes,

beneath the trying,

and beneath the loneliness no one quite notices.

And sometimes, loving me means letting me vanish for a little while

so I can return whole.

And when I do,

the world steps back just enough,

for quiet to take shape in me,

English translation below.

I hope you enjoy.

Да.

я — между строк

я не влюбляюсь «по плану»,

меня нет в их списках.

я — тень за стеклом,

где все знают,

кого можно любить.

я смеюсь не вовремя.

я говорю «я тоже»,

но мне не верят.

в групповых чатах —

молчание вместо меня.

бывает,

я чувствую себя чужой

даже среди своих.

а всё, что я хочу —

это руки,

что не спросят

«так кто тебе нравится —

мальчики или девочки?»

я отвечу:

да.

🌸 и может быть,

в этом мире,

где всё делят пополам,

мне всё же найдётся

место.

Not everything I lose is a loss. Some things are lessons leaving. Some doors close because I finally stopped knocking.