Poetry

Skipping Beats

“All I can see is that smile on your face.
The one that causes my heart to skip a beat.”

When I close my eyes, all I can see is that smile on your face. The one that melted the bones in my legs and turned the blood in my veins to liquid fire. The one that was unguarded and free. The one that caused faint lines to crinkle around your eyes when they looked into mine. And after a few hours, it’s like a distant memory, and I’m missing it more than I thought I would. I begin to wonder if it would cause my heart to skip a beat when the time came that I would see it again. But somewhere, deep down, I know I will. Because that smile always finds a way to creep its way to the surface. And when it does, I’ll try to commit each feature to my memory. This is just one of the little things you do to me. So please, don’t stop.

© Sarah Doughty

These little things you do,
don’t ever stop.

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Poetry

Stories We Tell

“You are mine as I am yours.
Because loving you is worth every sacrifice.”

There’s always been something that fascinates me about watching a story unfold. The stories that make up the roadmap of your life. How every story has a beginning, middle, and an end. How every chapter leads inexplicably to the next. As if it was meant to be, but not always easy. And certainly not predictable. Especially our story. Through the highs and lows. The happy days, and the sad ones. The tragedies and triumphs. No matter what we face, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You are mine as I am yours. Because loving you is worth every sacrifice.

© Sarah Doughty

You are worth it.

Poetry

Here To Stay

“So please, remind me every day that
you’re here to stay.”

It’s hard to describe what it feels to belong. After so long of mistrust, heartache, and pain, it’s like waiting for the next tragedy to happen. As if being happy is merely a short-term reprieve, and it’s only a matter of time before I’m alone again. I try to remind myself every day that I’m safe. This happiness is here to stay. But a whispering voice continues to call from the shadows. Filling my head with doubts. So please, I beg you, remind me every chance you have to tell me you’re here to stay.

© Sarah Doughty

I can’t lose you, too.

Poetry

Caressing Voices

“Do you know you how it feels to hear
your voice? It’s like a caress over my skin.”

Have I ever told you how mesmerizing it is to hear your voice? How it feels? The smooth, melodic tone that sounds like a caress over my skin. The way your mouth moves with every elongated syllable. Or maybe it’s the way your eyes hold steady with mine. And I can’t bring myself to look away. Maybe it’s the way you see me, as if you can read my thoughts by the expression on my face. Or, maybe I just fell for you without recognizing it. Either way, I’m yours.

© Sarah Doughty

I’m yours for
the rest of my life.

Poetry

Whispers In The Dark

“My heart continues to whisper your name.
But, in the night, it beats it’s loudest.”

All my veins and sinew continue to whisper your name in the darkness. My heart, as if a beacon. Of gravity. An empty, dead star. Slowly pulsating, no matter the time of day. But sometimes, in the quiet of the night, it beats it’s loudest. That’s when I hear your name. Feel your touch on my skin. Crave your scent. Taste you as if you’re still lingering on my tongue. It’s as if you’ve permanently changed my DNA. Forever connecting us together, no matter the distance between us.

© Sarah Doughty

Do you feel it too?

Poetry

At War

“If you’re at war, then I’m there
fighting by your side.”

If you’re at war
with yourself,
then I’m there.
Fighting by your side.
To change your mind.
I will be there to
change your mind
and remind you
every minute of every day
just how wonderful you are.

Because you are so much more than a parent, a spouse, and a friend. You are more than any label you’ve ever given yourself. You. You give people hope. We see the fire in your eyes. We see that spark when you fight back against everything that has ever hurt you. You are not at war with yourself.

© Sarah Doughty

I will change your mind.

Poetry

Still Beating

“I still feel you in my heart.
And I know, my heart still beats for you.”

Maybe, when we are finally
beneath the same moon,
the cards will change
in our favor.
Maybe, when the timing
is right, we’ll find our way
back to one another.
And maybe. Just maybe,
when we move beyond
this life, we will still
find each other.
But most of all, for now,
I just wish your life
is filled with happiness
in my absence.
Because even on the
blackest of nights,
I still feel you in my heart.
And I know, my heart
still beats for you.

Maybe it’s the maybes
that are eating me alive.

© Sarah Doughty

Perhaps one day,
this wall between us
will crumble beneath
its foundation.

Poetry

No Regrets

“You see, I knew it the moment
our eyes met that I loved you.”

I remember that night like it was yesterday. The night you mustered up the courage to hold my hand. And then when I walked you to your car, I didn’t hesitate to kiss you. One of the few times I was ever brazen enough to act upon my feelings. You see, I knew it the moment our eyes met that first time. The time you really looked into my eyes and wasn’t horrified at what you saw looking back at you. I knew in that moment that I loved you. And you never left me regretting it.

© Sarah Doughty

So please,
don’t ever change.

Poetry

Aching Hearts

“And I fear this ache I feel for you
may become permanent.”

There it is again. The tell-tale heart beating within the walls of my chest. Calling your name so it echoes and reverberates through my body as more than just a pulse. But a reason to keep fighting. To push forward. To make the best of every day that is given to me. To be with you. And though I love you more than words can describe, I fear this ache I feel you may become permanent.

© Sarah Doughty

Can you hear my heart
pounding your name?

Poetry

Blooming Flower

“The first kiss is both magical
and exhilarating at the same time.”

Isn’t it amazing how love happens? It’s like a flower blooming for the first time. You never really notice it until the petals begin to open and the colors become more vibrant with each passing moment. And in the morning, that moment, when the sun glints off the dew clinging there, a rainbow of colors light up the world for the first time. That is when the first kiss happens. It is both magical and exhilarating at the same time.

© Sarah Doughty

Isn’t it amazing
how love happens?