The silent cry of broken expectations..

[Taara001]

Didn’t expect perfection.
Just presence.
Just effort. Just honesty.

But silence came louder than any argument.
The promises, once bright like morning sun,
faded into shadows I wasn’t prepared to walk through alone.

I smiled when I should’ve questioned.
I held on when I should’ve let go.
And somehow, the weight of my own hope
became heavier than their absence.

It’s strange—how people break expectations
not with cruelty,
but with quiet neglect.

No grand betrayal, no loud goodbye...
Just a slow retreat.
And me, still standing there,
with eyes full of belief, and hands empty.

Tonight, I won’t scream.
I won’t fight.
I’ll just bleed quietly through my pen,
because sometimes the loudest cry
is the one that no one hears.

— Taara

 

[KeNZie]

This is deeply heartfelt and beautifully written—raw, reflective, and quietly devastating. You’ve captured that unique kind of hurt that comes not from betrayal, but from absence... from unnoticed fading. The emotional weight builds with grace, and the final lines—“I’ll just bleed quietly through my pen...”—are especially poignant.

 

[KeNZie]

This hit deep. Thank you for putting into words what so many of us feel but can’t always explain. It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one spiraling over the smallest things. You made overthinking feel seen, not silly. Appreciate this more than you know.

 

[criss cross]

Didn’t expect perfection.
Just presence.
Just effort. Just honesty.

But silence came louder than any argument.
The promises, once bright like morning sun,
faded into shadows I wasn’t prepared to walk through alone.

I smiled when I should’ve questioned.
I held on when I should’ve let go.
And somehow, the weight of my own hope
became heavier than their absence.

It’s strange—how people break expectations
not with cruelty,
but with quiet neglect.

No grand betrayal, no loud goodbye...
Just a slow retreat.
And me, still standing there,
with eyes full of belief, and hands empty.

Tonight, I won’t scream.
I won’t fight.
I’ll just bleed quietly through my pen,
because sometimes the loudest cry
is the one that no one hears.

— Taara

Not all heartbreaks roar—some just echo in silence, where love was met with absence instead of answers.

 

[Anshhi]

Didn’t expect perfection.
Just presence.
Just effort. Just honesty.

But silence came louder than any argument.
The promises, once bright like morning sun,
faded into shadows I wasn’t prepared to walk through alone.

I smiled when I should’ve questioned.
I held on when I should’ve let go.
And somehow, the weight of my own hope
became heavier than their absence.

It’s strange—how people break expectations
not with cruelty,
but with quiet neglect.

No grand betrayal, no loud goodbye...
Just a slow retreat.
And me, still standing there,
with eyes full of belief, and hands empty.

Tonight, I won’t scream.
I won’t fight.
I’ll just bleed quietly through my pen,
because sometimes the loudest cry
is the one that no one hears.

— Taara

Heartbreaking raw honesty in every line.

Awesome Intelligence ™​