Apbrooke

Apbrooke Feb 2022

If being happy means inability to write, then hand me a pen. I want to be sad.

Apbrooke Feb 2022

"Just think about beautiful things."

So, I get a paper scented with daffodils, a plumage brimming with love—and think of you.

Apbrooke Feb 2022

Heed

Listen carefully to my silence,
it speaks louder than any words
my lips could utter.

Apbrooke Feb 2022

Unpoetic

Some words just don’t fit on paper.
Some things cannot simply be expressed in words.
Some sorrows are just too great to be written.

Some ache we just cry.

#sadness #pain #poetry #tears

Apbrooke Jan 2022

Would you stay if you saw all the dead in me? Would you still love me?

My love, I’m nothing but a graveyard of all the dead and ugly, all perished and broken. If you would dare to grasp my thorns, I couldn’t promise you it would be worth it.

#imperfect #****** #broken

Apbrooke Jun 2021

I wish

To dissolve into the night sky
and to never be seen again

— The End —