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5.3k · Oct 2018
Briar Ren Oct 2018
After the heartache,
you will learn that love is both
a blessing and a curse.
4.1k · Dec 2018
Briar Ren Dec 2018
Your scent lingers
on my pale skin,
and when I inhale
I do not feel the
suffocating weight
of solitude.
3.4k · Jul 2018
Briar Ren Jul 2018
The boy that resides
in the hollow of my mind,

I gave him a name:

3.0k · Dec 2017
Briar Ren Dec 2017
She fades from your memory,
like weightless dandelion seeds
by a gust
of jealous wind.

And the next time you see her,
she is just another stranger
in a rough sea
of unfamiliar faces.
2.8k · Jan 2018
Briar Ren Jan 2018
I have built a nest in your heart,
made of down and daisies.

And you, in turn,
erected a temple
in mine.
2.2k · Feb 2018
Briar Ren Feb 2018
Promise to mend
my bruised resolve
with tender hands,
and I will fight
your wars.
1.2k · Jan 2018
Briar Ren Jan 2018
My body aches
for the embrace
of a stranger.

My soul yearns
for the affection
of a ghost.
1.2k · Jan 2019
Briar Ren Jan 2019
Apart from the isolated confines of my own mind,
the warm comfort of your embrace
is the safest place I know.
My thoughts are still my own.
910 · Dec 2018
Briar Ren Dec 2018
is the woe I felt
at witnessing the
cruel aftermath
of heartbreak,
and struggling
to mend it.
Now it's your turn to mend me.
842 · Sep 2020
Briar Ren Sep 2020
You are just a fiend,
as an angel.

And I am a Saint,
who is being mistaken
for the devil.
Looks can be deceiving…
834 · Apr 2019
Briar Ren Apr 2019
Loneliness clings to my gaunt frame,
like an invisible mourning veil
that threatens to smother me
in my slumber.
I am afraid to close my eyes.
697 · Apr 2018
Briar Ren Apr 2018
Rapturous bliss
beckons in the guise
of a Swedish Apollo
with plump,
pink lips.
490 · Dec 2017
Briar Ren Dec 2017
At dusk, the beast prowls,
unbidden, through my bedroom
with a ravenous appetite.

Famished, he devours me
and drowns in my gore.
382 · Jul 2019
Briar Ren Jul 2019
Remember me fondly,
or not at all.
Strange how fleeting a romance can be.
308 · Dec 2021
Briar Ren Dec 2021
My heart breaks
like delicate porcelain,
as I grief for someone
who is still alive.
249 · Mar 2018
Briar Ren Mar 2018
Despite your
utter indifference,

I do hope that you
shall mourn my silence
when I succumb to
a broken heart.

— The End —