Jo O'Brien

Back in those days money was merely token for exchange. A secondary currency to good will, friendship and sucking up your pride to ask for help.

The bag is not irrelevant but it’s appearance, size and purpose is.

Ready
Set
Jump

It’s no fun to be loved from both sides. When every decision will break someone’s heart.

and I hated her
and how she was a better person than me
sometimes it’s too late to learn

I will not wait at the window for my father
I will not wait in the kitchen for my lover

I learned some time ago to wait my turn. That there are other things in people’s lives more important than me. It’s easy to feel like you are being helpful when you know that by stepping aside,…

I woke upon a still cold night, and shivered in my silent room. Between my tears and quivering, I heard a door click closed afar. The dread inside me came up fast. I gagged to swallow back my s…

I did it
It killed me

all I could think about was her scent. And how much better she would smell, closer to me

Life was just one big beginning. But all beginnings must come to an end.

Hope
Guilt
Confusion
Self Hatred
Hatred
Negotiation
Realisation
Stubbornness
Regret
Hope

It never ends

I can’t remember how many years it has been, though I know it hasn’t been enough. At about this time, however many years ago. He was taking his last breaths. His life support would have been sh…

I’d expected to hear his side of the story – an equal and opposite force. But instead I heard what I already knew or had pieced together, defensive and cautious at every turn.