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
1:03 AM4th Block, Composition1:03 AM by aestheticirony
Picture Story, Revisited
She sat waiting for him, with her bags beside of her as she glanced for the millionth time that night at the clock overhead. It screamed down at her 1:03 AMů
He was and hour and three minutes late to meet her.
She pulled her legs to her chest as if to keep her heart from wrenching itself out of the cavity it beat itself dry in. Everything they could have beenů everything they could have hadů was gone. Her heart was gone because he was an hour and three minutes too late to keep it from leaving on the bus that they had been supposed to catch together.
Of course it had gone wrong, she angrily told herself. It had been predestined to go wrong from the start. He was been so wonderful about it, so beautiful and nearly earthreal. She could not even understand how he had ever fallen for someone as completely ordinary as herself. Well, now, apparently he had never really fallen for her. Had he truly loved her, he would have come to her at