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Poet Rae šŸ’” a sad soul with a broken heart šŸ’”
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šŸ˜¢
05/04/2026

šŸ˜¢

Nothing is visibly torn apart,yet something haunts the hollow of my heart...a phantom ache, a whispered sting,the mourni...
05/03/2026

Nothing is visibly torn apart,
yet something haunts the hollow of my heart...
a phantom ache, a whispered sting,
the mourning of some vanished thing.

My soul remembers, dim and deep,
a sorrow buried fast asleep;
a curse without a spoken name,
a slow, unending, sacred flame.

I wander through the dying light,
a ghost disguised in borrowed white,
and in the dark where shadows start,
I grieve a grave within my heart.

For though no blood has stained my skin,
some ancient hurt still dwells within...
a wound no mortal eye can see,
yet one that quietly ruins me.

Poet Rae

šŸ’”
05/02/2026

šŸ’”

Maybe itā€™s not in the noise, not in the endless explanations or the desperate need to be understood. Maybe the answers w...
04/20/2026

Maybe itā€™s not in the noise, not in the endless explanations or the desperate need to be understood. Maybe the answers we keep chasing donā€™t come in words at all.

So we step back. We let the silence settle, even when it feels heavy. Even when it echoes with everything weā€™re afraid to face.

And somewhere in that quiet, we begin to hear what weā€™ve been drowning outā€”the truth, the clarity, the parts of us we forgot to listen to.

Maybe through silence, we donā€™t just find answers.

Maybe we find ourselves again.

Poet Rae

04/19/2026

Alone.

I didnā€™t realize when it started,how loving you slowly became drowning.Not loud, not suddenā€¦but quiet, steady,like waves...
04/19/2026

I didnā€™t realize when it started,
how loving you slowly became drowning.
Not loud, not suddenā€¦
but quiet, steady,
like waves pulling me further from shore
while I kept telling myself I could still breathe.

I made myself smaller
so I could fit inside your world.
Adjusted, bent, erased little pieces of me
until I no longer recognized
the person staring back.

And now here we areā€”
on this break.

Not just from each other,
but from the versions of ourselves
we lost trying to hold on.

Maybe this is what we needed,
not distance to forget,
but space to remember.
Who we were
before love became something that consumed us.

Because I donā€™t want a love
where I disappear.
And maybe you donā€™t either.

So here we are,
learning how to stand on our own againā€¦
hoping that in finding ourselves,
we donā€™t lose everything else.

ā€”or maybe,
for the first time,
we finally find what was real.

Poet Rae

C'est la vie
04/19/2026

C'est la vie

i got really good at hiding it.no one saw the quiet shift in me... the way my laughter became lighter, the way my replie...
04/14/2026

i got really good at hiding it.

no one saw the quiet shift in me... the way my laughter became lighter, the way my replies got shorter, the way i started choosing silence over explaining what hurt. i still showed up, still did what i had to do, still smiled when it was expected. from the outside, nothing changed.

but inside, everything did.

the things i used to love felt distant. the energy i once had slowly slipped away. and i learned how to carry it all without making a soundā€”how to keep going even when i felt like stopping.

people call it strength, but itā€™s really just survival. itā€™s what happens when you get used to dealing with things on your own.

iā€™m not asking for anyone to fix me. i just wish someone noticedā€¦ before i became this quiet version of myself.

Poet Rae

I didnā€™t realize it at first, but I was disappearing.Little by little, I chose you over myself. I bit my tongue, softene...
03/28/2026

I didnā€™t realize it at first, but I was disappearing.

Little by little, I chose you over myself. I bit my tongue, softened my truths, let go of the things that once made me š˜®š˜¦ā€”all because I was afraid that if I didnā€™t, you would leave.

And maybe thatā€™s my confession: I loved you more than I ever protected myself.

I thought if I gave enough, you would stay.
But you still walked away.

And when you did, the silence hit me... I wasnā€™t just grieving you. I was searching for the person I used to beā€¦ and couldnā€™t find her anymore.

I tried so hard not to lose you.

But in the end, I lost both of us. šŸ˜¢

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