i don't know if i wear the best clothes already,
to my final show,
but i remember everything will be alright.
so that the time when i step into there, i'm alone.
just to be with me, so that nobody would feel the same.
the feeling of being alone and just with myself.
because i don't want to share my own, deep, forbidden happiness.
only if the world is all mine.
i would only shout my name on the top of my lungs, every night.
the scream that nobody would be able to have it visit their ears.
unfortunately, no, darling.
you should share.
now is not for you.
maybe someday that you need to find by your own.
next time we will.
the place of ours is waiting.
for us that only me and myself.
🖤autumn
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autumn's journal
Poetryanything for everything from the rise and fallen of something. poems about the pain of living and growing up.
