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
yeah, but it could be a myth-cnote to self:yeah, but it could be a myth-c by paperheartsyndrome
you'll find someone. really you will.
you'll find someone since you just have to. since it hurts to feel this sort of inside out. maybe this time you'll find someone who won't spill dandelion wishes down your throat forcing you to swallow all these words like lies and beliefs like truths and every in between that makes you want to come undone. and maybe this time, your someone won't spread through you replacing your veins with roots as he becomes an integral part of your survival. because eventually, this boy who's spread through you like a sickness will pull away from you ripping out your insides, ripping out your silly little hope, ripping out the useless organ that doesn't beat synchronized anyways. and you just need to realize that boys like that are more common than the fields of weeds that decorate the sides of these country highways. i promise you deserve something more. you deserve something different. i promise. i promise.
maybe you'll meet him in an art m