Poetry

All I Need

“And my darling, all I ever need
is right here with you.”

We danced through the riffs and chords that made up the melody of our night. I watched the lines of your neck and the little smile on your face, and I knew I was home. So in love with your beautiful, luminous skin, and ocean-kissed eyes. All I ever need is right here with you.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

I will never need
anything else.

Poetry

Moments

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“And it’s here, in this place,
that I feel at one with you.”

The city’s horizon glows yellow in the distant night that surrounds us. We explore the streets, hand in hand, and listen to the sounds of silence, the music filtering through buildings. And it is here, in this place, that I feel at one with the universe. Like it’s my church, and you’re the only other person sharing those perfect moments with me.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

I never want to
let this feeling go.

Poetry

Your Ghost

Photo credit @lelita_.

“The memory of your skin against mine
haunts me at night.”

We burned hotter than the sun and then in the blink of an eye, we fizzled out like a broken, dead star. The memory of your skin against mine haunts me at night. At least the memories keep me warm.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

Sometimes, it’s the little things
that get me the most.

Poetry

Too Late

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“Sometimes, when I dream, I wonder if
the outcome of this nightmare
will ever change.”

It was there in the shadows, over your shoulder, lurking, waiting for its moment to strike. I met its eyes and I felt its intentions, the rage, and the way it slithered around like snakes, shrouded in the darkness. You froze, catching the look on my face. “Don’t look behind you,” I whispered.

But it wasn’t you that replied. “Too late,” it said in response before dragging you away. That was the last time I saw you.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

Sometimes, when I dream,
I wonder if the outcome
of this nightmare
will ever change.

Poetry

The Magic Of Us

“Little by little, it happened.
I fell for you and the rest was history.”

Little by little, it happened. At first, we fought like dogs and you drove me wild with anger, but it was never really anger that I felt. It was passion. I was mad with it. And though it took me forever to realize what you meant to me, you waited for me to see that it wasn’t a risk I was taking in loving you. It was right. It was magical. And it was pure. Not only was it the best thing that would ever happen to me, but it was what made us whole. For that, you will always be my savior and hero. All in one incredible piece.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

I fell for you
and the rest was history.

Poetry

Unbreak My Heart

Photo credit the lovely Jessica of @rusticbones

“The beauty of magic is having
second chances. To prove that a love
like ours knows no bounds.”

Magic lies within the soul, the thing that allows us to breathe. To feel. To be. It’s almost tangible, like the grainy sweetness of a pear, or the gentle rippling of a body of water. It’s the freedom to choose your path and live with the choices you’ve made. But it’s also understanding when you’re wrong, and doing something about it. The beauty of magic is having second chances. To prove that love knows no bounds. That our hearts can find each other in the dark. And it can restore your faith in the magic we share.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

A love like ours
knows no bounds.

Poetry

A World Of Beauty

Photo credit the lovely Jessica of @rusticbones

“Don’t let anyone dictate what you share
with the world. Life is worth exploring.”

There’s beauty in the world, there’s beauty in life — the good and the bad. Writing about these things isn’t trash. That’s not honoring your beliefs. It would feel like a dishonor to shun everything about life that makes us human beings. Don’t think your words are less important because they aren’t necessarily about a higher power. Life, feeling, and just being are worth exploring.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

Don’t let anyone
dictate what you share
with the world.
Life is far too
complex for a
narrow view.

Poetry

Rearrangement

“I was petrified of losing you,
so I tried not to love you. I fell anyway.”

I was petrified of losing you as if you were never more than a mirage, so I kept you out. And like the pieces of a chessboard, you took all my defenses and rearranged them, setting new rules. Before I knew it, you found your way in and I was left bared and vulnerable. But you never once hurt me. You wrapped yourself inside all that pain and separation to stand bastion, protecting me. It was far better than living with it all alone.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

I tried not
to love you,
but I fell anyway.

Poetry

My Knight

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“I was born to love you,
I know that now.”

I was born to love you, I know that now. After everything that brought us to this point, you were the one I prayed for when I was little, cursed, lost, broken, and unworthy. You were my knight, just a few decades late.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

You are here.
That makes all
the difference.

Poetry

Haunted

“I’m haunted by all we were,
all we could have been,
and everything we lost.”

If I could take it all back, all the wrong things I ever said, all at the wrong time, those unexpected moments where I bared my soul, I would. In those moments, I was vulnerable, hypnotized by your gaze as it locked with mine. At the time it was exhilarating, to feel you and how those deep eyes saw right through me. But now, I wish I could rewind and stop you from knocking down my defenses and shield myself from the pain of losing you. But I can’t. And I’m haunted by your memory. Haunted by all we were, all we could have been, and everything we lost.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

Are you haunted too?