reya - Hello Poetry

it’s so real, yet so fake, but so real that it seems incredibly fake. & you know i don’t mean to hurt you, but i love you too much to just let it happen. so darling, what if i leave you? i think when there is no more hope for you to change, it truly means you should be left.

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May 13

May 13, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC

reya

070

it’s so real, yet so fake, but so real that it seems incredibly fake. & you know i don’t mean to hurt you, but i love you too much to just let it happen. so darling, what if i leave you? i think when there is no more hope for you to change, it truly means you should be left.

8

dead bodies in their rooms, blood on their cold floors, they called death on their own, so what’s the crime and

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC

reya

090

dead bodies in their rooms, blood on their cold floors, they called death on their own, so what’s the crime and

4

make me feel like i am breathing again. i want your drug stuck in my brain. with all it asks, again. 27.03

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC

reya

089

make me feel like i am breathing again. i want your drug stuck in my brain. with all it asks, again. 27.03

4

i, myself, am a stranger. so why would i be scared of a foreigner? the foreigner themself is a stranger, as much as i am a foreigner.

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC

reya

088

i, myself, am a stranger. so why would i be scared of a foreigner? the foreigner themself is a stranger, as much as i am a foreigner.

4

for always i thought i’m not what you need. today i’m fortunately assuming it: you’re not what i need. i should’ve left since the very beginning, but i’m still not over it.

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC

reya

087

for always i thought i’m not what you need. today i’m fortunately assuming it: you’re not what i need. i should’ve left since the very beginning, but i’m still not over it.

5

i feel stuck in a cup all ’cause a crazy lie kept my hopes in a cage. i would be regretting all these words in a few weeks, but it’s sane to blame you ’cause it’s all i can do. we’re both suffering, yet only one of us is hurting the other.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC

reya

086

i feel stuck in a cup all ’cause a crazy lie kept my hopes in a cage. i would be regretting all these words in a few weeks, but it’s sane to blame you ’cause it’s all i can do. we’re both suffering, yet only one of us is hurting the other.

6

i try not to be obssessed. i just want to protect ly lover. but all he does is hurting me, and as he doesnt seem aware i keep it to myself. slowly i’m losing faith over him, so then i will somehow be leaving him.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC

reya

85

i try not to be obssessed. i just want to protect ly lover. but all he does is hurting me, and as he doesnt seem aware i keep it to myself. slowly i’m losing faith over him, so then i will somehow be leaving him.

6

so weird we share so much, and your nightmares are still so far from mine. this number should’ve shown thirty-nine, but once you forgot all you promised. as some old days, you’re still playing with my trust. i used to have faith in you but now all i can ask is: how much did you lie and ’til when will you stop this? should i leave? but suddenly you’ll call me back, aware of how to do it.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 11:30 AM UTC

reya

084

so weird we share so much, and your nightmares are still so far from mine. this number should’ve shown thirty-nine, but once you forgot all you promised. as some old days, you’re still playing with my trust. i used to have faith in you but now all i can ask is: how much did you lie and ’til when will you stop this? should i leave? but suddenly you’ll call me back, aware of how to do it.

9

i never really know where to go, although every place means a thing. so nowhere is the place for me. i’m all alone and floating even in the better way. all i can remember is some sound of love or desire, anything and whatever it could mean.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC

reya

083

i never really know where to go, although every place means a thing. so nowhere is the place for me. i’m all alone and floating even in the better way. all i can remember is some sound of love or desire, anything and whatever it could mean.

6

only one thing could help me, and i know it too well. but to be dead all on the inside is to accept killing myself even more. not even the ugliest scar could make me end this disease of calling death to me.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC

reya

082

only one thing could help me, and i know it too well. but to be dead all on the inside is to accept killing myself even more. not even the ugliest scar could make me end this disease of calling death to me.

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