Wren Black
@wrenblack.bsky.social
The saddest parts of me go here.
I hope you never find them.
I hope you never find them.
at this point
i know you better
than you know yourself
because you’re too scared
to look.
i know you better
than you know yourself
because you’re too scared
to look.
January 31, 2026 at 10:14 PM
at this point
i know you better
than you know yourself
because you’re too scared
to look.
i know you better
than you know yourself
because you’re too scared
to look.
i dreamt that you kissed me
and everything felt real again.
it seems my brain doesn’t want to believe,
what my heart already knows.
and everything felt real again.
it seems my brain doesn’t want to believe,
what my heart already knows.
January 28, 2026 at 12:32 PM
i dreamt that you kissed me
and everything felt real again.
it seems my brain doesn’t want to believe,
what my heart already knows.
and everything felt real again.
it seems my brain doesn’t want to believe,
what my heart already knows.
if this
does not work
im running straight
into the arms
of a femme.
does not work
im running straight
into the arms
of a femme.
January 25, 2026 at 12:26 AM
if this
does not work
im running straight
into the arms
of a femme.
does not work
im running straight
into the arms
of a femme.
Reposted by Wren Black
we keep within
a careful distance
close enough
to touch
far away
not to combust
a careful distance
close enough
to touch
far away
not to combust
January 24, 2026 at 3:51 PM
we keep within
a careful distance
close enough
to touch
far away
not to combust
a careful distance
close enough
to touch
far away
not to combust
ohmyfuckinggodwouldyouplease
STOP SCROLLING ON YOUR PHONE
your wife is r i g h t h e r e
talk to her. touch her even. make her feel real.
STOP SCROLLING ON YOUR PHONE
your wife is r i g h t h e r e
talk to her. touch her even. make her feel real.
January 21, 2026 at 1:03 AM
ohmyfuckinggodwouldyouplease
STOP SCROLLING ON YOUR PHONE
your wife is r i g h t h e r e
talk to her. touch her even. make her feel real.
STOP SCROLLING ON YOUR PHONE
your wife is r i g h t h e r e
talk to her. touch her even. make her feel real.
i am nothing
but just some girl.
but just some girl.
January 18, 2026 at 2:14 PM
i am nothing
but just some girl.
but just some girl.
Reposted by Wren Black
I have always
saved myself
do I want you to
come rescue me?
yes
saved myself
do I want you to
come rescue me?
yes
January 18, 2026 at 1:23 PM
I have always
saved myself
do I want you to
come rescue me?
yes
saved myself
do I want you to
come rescue me?
yes
this is one of the worst nights of my life.
January 18, 2026 at 1:32 AM
this is one of the worst nights of my life.
i want to feel the sun on my face again.
more though, i want to feel the sun come back to my heart.
more though, i want to feel the sun come back to my heart.
January 17, 2026 at 9:03 PM
i want to feel the sun on my face again.
more though, i want to feel the sun come back to my heart.
more though, i want to feel the sun come back to my heart.
what a luxury it must be
to live a life
you don’t want to escape from.
to live a life
you don’t want to escape from.
January 14, 2026 at 12:36 AM
what a luxury it must be
to live a life
you don’t want to escape from.
to live a life
you don’t want to escape from.
it’s not just that i don’t want to do it alone.
it’s that i’m scared i can’t.
it’s that i’m scared i can’t.
January 13, 2026 at 3:08 AM
it’s not just that i don’t want to do it alone.
it’s that i’m scared i can’t.
it’s that i’m scared i can’t.
i know
i deserve
better than this.
but i also know
there is no
w a y o u t.
i deserve
better than this.
but i also know
there is no
w a y o u t.
January 11, 2026 at 3:22 PM
i know
i deserve
better than this.
but i also know
there is no
w a y o u t.
i deserve
better than this.
but i also know
there is no
w a y o u t.
i live
in the space
between
my beating heart
and this
ticking clock
in the space
between
my beating heart
and this
ticking clock
January 6, 2026 at 11:54 AM
i live
in the space
between
my beating heart
and this
ticking clock
in the space
between
my beating heart
and this
ticking clock
this burning, bubbling,
i think it is anger.
crawling out from my depths,
a fiery ‘i knew it’.
a roar of heat at the realization
that you made me feel
confused
broken
silly
when really,
the problem,
was you.
i think it is anger.
crawling out from my depths,
a fiery ‘i knew it’.
a roar of heat at the realization
that you made me feel
confused
broken
silly
when really,
the problem,
was you.
January 5, 2026 at 2:34 AM
this burning, bubbling,
i think it is anger.
crawling out from my depths,
a fiery ‘i knew it’.
a roar of heat at the realization
that you made me feel
confused
broken
silly
when really,
the problem,
was you.
i think it is anger.
crawling out from my depths,
a fiery ‘i knew it’.
a roar of heat at the realization
that you made me feel
confused
broken
silly
when really,
the problem,
was you.
you’re avoiding me.
i knew it.
i knew it.
January 2, 2026 at 1:22 AM
you’re avoiding me.
i knew it.
i knew it.
emotionally regulating for my whole family
just
might
k!ll
me.
just
might
k!ll
me.
December 28, 2025 at 3:04 AM
emotionally regulating for my whole family
just
might
k!ll
me.
just
might
k!ll
me.
at this time of year, i am no one.
all of the ones i hold dear,
buzz in hives with others, some they seldom see,
but who also hold pieces of their heart.
i will wait,
try not to be swallowed whole by the shadows, by the cold.
and hope enough of my spark is left when they float back to me.
all of the ones i hold dear,
buzz in hives with others, some they seldom see,
but who also hold pieces of their heart.
i will wait,
try not to be swallowed whole by the shadows, by the cold.
and hope enough of my spark is left when they float back to me.
December 24, 2025 at 3:45 PM
at this time of year, i am no one.
all of the ones i hold dear,
buzz in hives with others, some they seldom see,
but who also hold pieces of their heart.
i will wait,
try not to be swallowed whole by the shadows, by the cold.
and hope enough of my spark is left when they float back to me.
all of the ones i hold dear,
buzz in hives with others, some they seldom see,
but who also hold pieces of their heart.
i will wait,
try not to be swallowed whole by the shadows, by the cold.
and hope enough of my spark is left when they float back to me.
we sit across the room from each other
we circle each other in this house
we agreed to be each others’ person
but you feel impossibly far
impossibly opaque
impossibly someone else
we circle each other in this house
we agreed to be each others’ person
but you feel impossibly far
impossibly opaque
impossibly someone else
October 26, 2025 at 7:38 PM
we sit across the room from each other
we circle each other in this house
we agreed to be each others’ person
but you feel impossibly far
impossibly opaque
impossibly someone else
we circle each other in this house
we agreed to be each others’ person
but you feel impossibly far
impossibly opaque
impossibly someone else
The consistency
Of you not being here
Is somehow easier to handle
Than the inconsistency
Of when you are.
Of you not being here
Is somehow easier to handle
Than the inconsistency
Of when you are.
October 26, 2025 at 2:21 PM
The consistency
Of you not being here
Is somehow easier to handle
Than the inconsistency
Of when you are.
Of you not being here
Is somehow easier to handle
Than the inconsistency
Of when you are.
please
stop
hiding
me
it
feels
awful
stop
hiding
me
it
feels
awful
September 10, 2025 at 1:38 PM
please
stop
hiding
me
it
feels
awful
stop
hiding
me
it
feels
awful
Reposted by Wren Black
Wednesday III
Wednesday knocks at my window,
rain dripping from her hair.
She doesn’t ask to come in-
just stares long enough
to remind me
this week is not endless,
though it feels that way sometimes.
#poetry
Wednesday knocks at my window,
rain dripping from her hair.
She doesn’t ask to come in-
just stares long enough
to remind me
this week is not endless,
though it feels that way sometimes.
#poetry
September 10, 2025 at 1:08 PM
Wednesday III
Wednesday knocks at my window,
rain dripping from her hair.
She doesn’t ask to come in-
just stares long enough
to remind me
this week is not endless,
though it feels that way sometimes.
#poetry
Wednesday knocks at my window,
rain dripping from her hair.
She doesn’t ask to come in-
just stares long enough
to remind me
this week is not endless,
though it feels that way sometimes.
#poetry
i will love
b e i n g
myself
i will
d e l i g h t
in my own
existence
b e i n g
myself
i will
d e l i g h t
in my own
existence
September 6, 2025 at 7:33 PM
i will love
b e i n g
myself
i will
d e l i g h t
in my own
existence
b e i n g
myself
i will
d e l i g h t
in my own
existence
Please don’t make me
Watch you enjoy your perfect family
While mine teeters on the brink.
Watch you enjoy your perfect family
While mine teeters on the brink.
August 26, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Please don’t make me
Watch you enjoy your perfect family
While mine teeters on the brink.
Watch you enjoy your perfect family
While mine teeters on the brink.
How long do I wait?
For you to come back to me.
For you to come back to yourself.
For you to come back to me.
For you to come back to yourself.
August 25, 2025 at 4:54 PM
How long do I wait?
For you to come back to me.
For you to come back to yourself.
For you to come back to me.
For you to come back to yourself.
I think I am the
most in love with
my body I have ever
been while you are
simultaneously the
most disinterested
you ever have.
most in love with
my body I have ever
been while you are
simultaneously the
most disinterested
you ever have.
August 24, 2025 at 2:25 AM
I think I am the
most in love with
my body I have ever
been while you are
simultaneously the
most disinterested
you ever have.
most in love with
my body I have ever
been while you are
simultaneously the
most disinterested
you ever have.