A raw recounting of the first places I broke… the silence, the secrets, the hands that stole my childhood, and the walls I had to build to survive it. This piece unpacks the kind of pain that grows with you, shapeshifts with you, and teaches you survival before you ever learn childhood.
I wanna write you…but truth is—I damn near wanna fight you. Wanna scream your name so the whole block hears it,then block you so I ain’t gotta see you. I got a million words sitting on my chest,but every time I let ‘em loose,I regret it.So I choke ‘em back.Silence.Hell—what’s one more day? But then … Continue reading Love & Rage
I didn’t need the monitors to tell me.The room changed before the numbers did—the air grew still,like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Her chest rose once more,then not again.Her head tilted to the left,and in that single, final motion,something inside me split in ways I can’t name. It wasn’t just the sound of … Continue reading The Silence of Deaths Echo
The moon leaned in like a thief,jealous of the heat spilling through my skull—a fever-dream of youpinning me to the kind of silencethat moans louder than sound. Your breath—hot, reckless—pouring sin straight down my spine.My name breaking in your mouthlike glass under bare feet.Fingers dragging the edge of pleasureuntil it bled into worship. It was … Continue reading When The Moon Looked Away
Earth couldn’t contain a love yet to bloom,So it made perfect sense that Heaven made room.We burned through the rules, tore down the disguise,Spoke in a language that lived in our eyes. Every touch was defiance, each word a spark,A wildfire blazing through the bones of the dark.The world tried to name us, tried to … Continue reading The Sky Kept Our Secrets
I left a piece of myself in your hands— Not a whisper of flesh, But the softest part of me. The part that still believed. The part that didn’t flinch when love called. I handed it over Wrapped in silent hope, Thinking you’d cradle it, Not crush it Between your indecision and somebody else’s body. … Continue reading I Left a Piece of Myself In..
Everybody craves intimacy— Until it stops being surface. Until it walks in quiet, Wrapped in incense and spirit. Until it asks: Can you handle being seen? Can you stay when it’s still? They think it’s just touch— Skin on skin, A kiss at the right time, A body to lean into. But the real thing? … Continue reading Soul Close
At night… I cry. Let out the deepest sigh. Sometimes it’s hard to face The mural of a darkened sky. Every star that glistens— I swear it’s you listening. But sometimes memories scar, And I’m too tired to be reminiscent. A longing out of reach… Yet pain won’t let me forget How cruel time can … Continue reading Still Listening for Her
I want you, baby… I really do. But be honest— You’re not feeling me like I’m feeling you. I’ve been holding on tight, Creating safe spaces, Loving you right… But still sleeping solo every night. My heart’s so torn, It’s beat running races— I don’t know whether to love slow, Or pick up the paces. … Continue reading You Took Shelter, But Never Stayed
Today, I blocked a man who forgot my worth. Took a long breath… And let the weight of last year roll off my shoulders. Part of me— yeah, that soft part— wanted to reach out one more time. But the stronger side? The side that knows better? Said: Let him feel the emptiness he created. … Continue reading The Last Fold
They thought she broke. But she was just quiet long enough to hear God clearly. She don’t broadcast breakdowns. She heals in silence, rises in strategy. The stillness? That’s sacred. The scream? That’s coming. And when it does— it won’t be a cry… it’ll be a call. -Kae Jaye-
(but you heard her anyway) She didn’t scream. She never had to. Her presence did the talking. Her silence? That was the echo. They mistook her calm for weakness— thought because she didn’t clap back, she didn’t carry the ammo. But baby, she been packing truth in every glance, grace in every pause, and thunder … Continue reading She Didn’t Scream
Years of words- Gone, But the pain in every stroke of the pen resides. A soul stain that I can’t seem to stop, a deeply rooted soul tie! Years of releasing the pain through the pen, bleeding my every sentiment held within… Suddenly lost in the wind. I remember titles I fought so hard to … Continue reading Unwritten But Not Unfelt
“I chose to reach for my worth rather than stay and play in your dirt.” -Kae Jaye-
She bleeds words— the kind you don’t say out loud, the ones that sit in your chest like smoke in a locked room, waiting for a way out that doesn’t set the whole place on fire. She carries them quiet, like a story no one stuck around to finish. Heavy words. Unsaid truths. Pages folded … Continue reading She Bleeds Words
Kae Jaye The Writer 