I resolve this year, to write more and better.
Like This Is Somehow My FaultSurely he saw you packing the car,Like This Is Somehow My Fault by jessicaconk
but he made no effort to confront you.
Thus, his final act in hurting you.
A.If I were to show someone my poems,A. by jessicaconk
surely they would not understand
how easily it was to love you
and how hard it's been to forget that.
UntitledA lake will stand in my place tomorrow, swallowing this street and my brother's house. At this time, I am oblivious of everything except this torrential downpour that is washing over my skin, cleansing my anxieties. I will emerge with the sun tomorrow, a new woman despite the storm that came and went. I won't be here when the water pools to where my waist once was, but instead, I am splashing in puddles, laughing louder than I have in a few years.Untitled by jessicaconk
Rainstorms have broken my life into three sections. The first rainstorm preceded my first kiss, my first relationship, when I was naive but marched through the world like I knew all it had to offer. How full of hope, how full of love I was.
The second rainstorm came at my most bitter, when I believed the world had nothing left to offer me, that it owed me for all I had been through, that I was merely a victim of my circumstances. The rain had never felt so good and my heart had never been so broken, so confused.
This rainstorm will be my new