RENS - Hello Poetry

I Love You. Do I tell you that enough? If I’m being honest I don’t tell Anyone that enough— I love your smile and the way it crinkles at your eyes, I love your contagious laugh, And I wonder if you know how I light up at your name in my notifications. I could talk to you for hours as the warm morning sunrise melts into the starry night sky. As the sun’s light turns into the moon’s shine, I know neither are relevant to when I look at you and see My universe. I could tell you all of the cliche quotes like “I’d **** you for you.” But at the end of the day I’d also admit; “I’d Live For You.” I’d live for a chance to see you smile, Hear you laugh, Feel your touch, Be Someone to You. Because even if I’m just Someone to you that’s enough to keep you as my Everything.

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RENS

Apr 6

Apr 6, 2026 at 9:45 PM UTC

akyri

Someone to my Everything

I Love You. Do I tell you that enough? If I’m being honest I don’t tell Anyone that enough— I love your smile and the way it crinkles at your eyes, I love your contagious laugh, And I wonder if you know how I light up at your name in my notifications. I could talk to you for hours as the warm morning sunrise melts into the starry night sky. As the sun’s light turns into the moon’s shine, I know neither are relevant to when I look at you and see My universe. I could tell you all of the cliche quotes like “I’d **** you for you.” But at the end of the day I’d also admit; “I’d Live For You.” I’d live for a chance to see you smile, Hear you laugh, Feel your touch, Be Someone to You. Because even if I’m just Someone to you that’s enough to keep you as my Everything.

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Looking back into the past— I see myself holding my stomach when it hurt It's not a big deal, of course— Yet it seemed to become the norm. Be quiet and deal with your own pain. Those silent nights wouldn’t be interrupted With my sobs— The peaceful sunday mornings wouldn't Be affected with, or without my presence Nobody would be able to tell that this Was a kid Who wished they'd get hurt— Wished they'd have problems, Worked to succeed— Only for the sympathy— Only for the remorse Only for the feeling of being special. Only for the attention.

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RENS

Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC

akyri

Attention

Looking back into the past— I see myself holding my stomach when it hurt It's not a big deal, of course— Yet it seemed to become the norm. Be quiet and deal with your own pain. Those silent nights wouldn’t be interrupted With my sobs— The peaceful sunday mornings wouldn't Be affected with, or without my presence Nobody would be able to tell that this Was a kid Who wished they'd get hurt— Wished they'd have problems, Worked to succeed— Only for the sympathy— Only for the remorse Only for the feeling of being special. Only for the attention.

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I feel many people have been addicted to a number: The score on that exam The number on the scale The number of views The approaching date The amount of cash

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC

RENS

Addicted to the Number

I feel many people have been addicted to a number: The score on that exam The number on the scale The number of views The approaching date The amount of cash

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I wish you cared that this was the end. We drifted apart— at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Turning a blind eye masked with oblivion; the outcome was the same. Look at us now, two somebodies with the face of nobodies.

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Mar 25

Mar 25, 2026 at 7:59 PM UTC

RENS

Something to Nothing

I wish you cared that this was the end. We drifted apart— at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Turning a blind eye masked with oblivion; the outcome was the same. Look at us now, two somebodies with the face of nobodies.

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I'm watering a dead flower— The petals are wilted, And the leaves are far dried— Yet every morning I get up And pour my limited clean water over it, The water slides off the light brown corpse And barely get absorbed into the dirt— Yet I still water it. … I'm watering a lost cause— I keep repotting my dead flower, And putting fertilizers into the soil, Yet it never grows— I'm more than aware that it will never grow, Yet I keep watering it. … The flower has begun to smell, Not like it did last June— Yet still, I don’t throw it away. The leaves have fallen off And the petals are shriveled, Yet I still hold onto this dead flower, Like a piece of me died with it. And that piece of me is Still rotting with it.

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC

RENS

Dead Flowers

I'm watering a dead flower— The petals are wilted, And the leaves are far dried— Yet every morning I get up And pour my limited clean water over it, The water slides off the light brown corpse And barely get absorbed into the dirt— Yet I still water it. … I'm watering a lost cause— I keep repotting my dead flower, And putting fertilizers into the soil, Yet it never grows— I'm more than aware that it will never grow, Yet I keep watering it. … The flower has begun to smell, Not like it did last June— Yet still, I don’t throw it away. The leaves have fallen off And the petals are shriveled, Yet I still hold onto this dead flower, Like a piece of me died with it. And that piece of me is Still rotting with it.

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I buried a kid I never knew. With it left: Innocence Longing Joy Creativity Happiness Hope —All the things I never met before the coffin closed.

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC

RENS

Feelings gone too soon

I buried a kid I never knew. With it left: Innocence Longing Joy Creativity Happiness Hope —All the things I never met before the coffin closed.

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I hate you, I really do, But I could never fully Hate you, Because at the end of the day you were yesterday’s everything, today’s burden, and tomorrow’s stranger. I can still see yesterday somewhere in those distant eyes, but does it really matter? I watched our world crumble and burn, And what’s left? Nothing but ashes left behind when I lit the match.

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Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC

RENS

Someones something.

I hate you, I really do, But I could never fully Hate you, Because at the end of the day you were yesterday’s everything, today’s burden, and tomorrow’s stranger. I can still see yesterday somewhere in those distant eyes, but does it really matter? I watched our world crumble and burn, And what’s left? Nothing but ashes left behind when I lit the match.

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The world is spinning too fast, These circles don't have an edge to stop at. We keep spinning— Yet these loops are never the same. The one you believed was forever Has now become a stranger when you pass their nostalgic face. Their number is now at the bottom of your contacts, Yet it's still the most filled. Those midnight texts— ranting, gossiping, laughing— Have now become your unwanted thoughts. Their new friends wear the clothes You two would have struggled to hold your laughs for— Yet now they wear the same, But you could never think of laughing at them. Now to cope you lie in bed, Eyes glistening with the reflection of your phone. Time is still fleeing from the day, Yet everything is at a halt. They were your life— but you don't remember when life was much more, You don't remember those plastic phones you once pressed against your ears, Now you have a real one that still correlates to your happiness— But is also your greatest addiction. The metal that hangs limply around your neck No longer holds the life that those BFF necklaces one did— The friendship bracelets that once were too big have now become a struggle to get your hand through. The night you realize all of this is the night You'll finally turn away from the past and take a look In the future. The road un-pathed, But once you begin the hike you'll find that Everything is once in a life.

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RENS

Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC

akyri

Once in a Life

The world is spinning too fast, These circles don't have an edge to stop at. We keep spinning— Yet these loops are never the same. The one you believed was forever Has now become a stranger when you pass their nostalgic face. Their number is now at the bottom of your contacts, Yet it's still the most filled. Those midnight texts— ranting, gossiping, laughing— Have now become your unwanted thoughts. Their new friends wear the clothes You two would have struggled to hold your laughs for— Yet now they wear the same, But you could never think of laughing at them. Now to cope you lie in bed, Eyes glistening with the reflection of your phone. Time is still fleeing from the day, Yet everything is at a halt. They were your life— but you don't remember when life was much more, You don't remember those plastic phones you once pressed against your ears, Now you have a real one that still correlates to your happiness— But is also your greatest addiction. The metal that hangs limply around your neck No longer holds the life that those BFF necklaces one did— The friendship bracelets that once were too big have now become a struggle to get your hand through. The night you realize all of this is the night You'll finally turn away from the past and take a look In the future. The road un-pathed, But once you begin the hike you'll find that Everything is once in a life.

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You didn’t say sorry, Or that you even wanted this from me, Yet I’ll give it to you, because sometimes it takes forgiveness to forget.

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Mar 20