Poetry

Limitless

“On the outside, I may seem lost —
because I am. But know this, my love,
on the inside, my love for you is limitless.”

How many times do I need to remind you that I’m resilient? My skin doesn’t bruise easy, but underneath is a different story. I still feel every broken part of me, and I fear they will remain that way forevermore. My face may appear confident, but underneath, sometimes I can’t help but scream for someone to see what lies behind my eyes. On the outside, I may seem lost, unaffectionate, and timid — because I am. No matter how much I want to reach out to you, my body remains still. But know this, my love, on the inside, this love I carry for you is limitless.

© Sarah Doughty

Please don’t ever
forget how much
I love you
and all you are.

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Poetry

Your Satellite

“It’s entrancing, feeling this love
you have for me. Loving you back
is the greatest thing I will ever do.”

This night, I’m your satellite. It’s this gravity I cannot escape. And as my heart circles your body like the wind that carries through the trees, I can almost feel your touch upon my skin. It feels as though I’m dancing to some unheard melody. Perhaps it’s merely the thoughts in your mind, or just something about you that sings to me. It’s entrancing, feeling this love you have for me. It’s beyond anything I could have ever imagined. And loving you back is the greatest thing I will ever do.

© Sarah Doughty

Like a dream
come true.

Poetry

No More Silence

“These words were never yours to silence.
Only I have the power to set them free.
And no one can take them from me.”

For some time now, I’ve been lost in between the words that hang upon the tip of my tongue. They want nothing more than to drip from my lips but my throat utters no sound. It’s as if I’ve lost a piece of me. A large one. Because words are where I find magic. They’re where I can breathe life into my dreams, paint the skies with a kaleidoscope of color that burst into being like fireworks in the night. They are the blood rushing through my veins, and the passion in my heart. But I feel them with me, waiting to escape like a caged animal hoping for freedom. How they whisper to me in the darkness. These words were never yours to silence. Only I have the power to set them free. And no one can take them from me as long as I draw breath.

© Sarah Doughty

Never again will I
allow this silence
to overcome me.
I deserve better.

Poetry

Heartbroken Soul

“I need you, darling, more than ever before.
And I don’t know how much longer
I can bear the weight of existing without you.”

This heart of mine, darling, has grown weak and weary, spending every beat calling your name into oblivion. A starless sky, mocking my desperation. It’s been far too long since I’ve heard your voice, or tasted your velvet lips. Even the smoke rising from a pyre cannot encompass the way your very scent could set my body at ease and yet, fill it with anticipation all at the same time. I need you, darling, more than ever before. And I don’t know how much longer I can bear the weight of existing without you.

© Sarah Doughty

So please, come back to me
in my dreams and put
my heartbroken soul
back together again.

Poetry

Risking It All

“From that moment I held you,
I knew I’d risk everything to make you
happy and whole again.”

I could never quite figure you out. But I suppose that was part of your allure. You were a mystery I couldn’t help but solve. I wondered why you’d erected those walls around you, like you needed to protect yourself — and all I wanted to do was hold you tight and promise I’d be your shield forevermore. I couldn’t help but notice the broken look you tried to hide behind your eyes, and it only made me want to put you back together again. Because, my love, nothing you have ever done or could ever do would change the way I feel about you. From that moment, I knew I’d risk everything to make you happy and whole again.

© Sarah Doughty

Like you deserved to be,
every moment
for the rest
of your life.

Earthen Witch, Poetry

How Lost I Am

“How can words express
how lost I am and will forever be
without you?”

And it is here, in this moment, after everything has fallen into silence, that I begin to crumble. It is here when I realized the full extent of your loss. The emptiness of my future, looking forward and knowing you won’t be by my side. As I stand with my hands open, palms up towards the sky, reality crashes down as I know I’ll never know the feel of your skin again. I’ll never know the taste of your lips, the smell of you, or hear the sound of your voice. In that moment, my heart shatters, knowing all I ever knew of you would forever be locked in my memory. And perhaps, that’s what hurts the most — not just losing you, but realizing my future will no longer have you in it.

© Sarah Doughty

How can words
express how lost
I am and will
forever be without you?
How could I ever
fill this void
you’ve left behind?

Inspired by the hero
of my next novel of the
Earthen Witch Universe series.

Poetry

Offerings

“I wish I was worthy of you.
Because darling, you deserve so much more
than what I have to offer.”

Everything I’ve done, every choice I’ve made, and ever step I’ve taken has brought me closer to you. Though it still seems as though we are miles apart, I can’t help but wonder how things might be different if that barrier never existed between us at all. If all the pain I endured was nothing more than a bad dream and the love I felt for you would outlast both space and time — maybe then, I could’ve been someone worthy of you. Because darling, you deserve so much more than what I have to offer. You always have. And I can’t help but question what makes you stay.

© Sarah Doughty

Either way, I’m grateful
to have you.
For being everything
I’ve ever needed
and more.

Poetry

Destined To Love

“At last, my mind and heart
were in agreement. You were the one
I was meant to love.”

Ah, but you see, my faith in you was never a question. My heart knew what it wanted. It found everything it ever needed to mend itself and begin to heal. It found a place where it knew it would always be safe. It was my mind that needed convincing. Because it was illogical to fall in love with a best friend. It called into question so many what ifs and doubts of the future should something between us go wrong. That wasn’t something I wanted to lose. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. It didn’t matter that my heart found its home. My mind feared the worst if I gave in. But I couldn’t deny what I felt. And, as they say, the rest was history. At last, my mind and heart were in agreement. You were the one I was always meant to love.

© Sarah Doughty

And you always
will be.

Poetry

Tribes

“Perhaps, this is where
my wildest dreams came true.
Because this is where I found you.”

Perhaps, this is where I learned what it meant to become something beyond my wildest dreams. The kinds of dreams where kids look up into the night sky and imagine they’re astronauts, exploring some new galaxy. The kinds of dreams where little girls turn into strong, steadfast women who need no saving. This is where I began to believe it was possible to find happiness. Where love and genuine care truly existed. Not just in fairy tales. Because this is where I found my home. Not a place. Not just one person, either. I found my happy ending in finding the ones that see me for who I am and take me as I am without hesitation.

© Sarah Doughty

This is what it means
to find your tribe.
This is what it means
to find home.

Poetry

End Of Everything

“I wonder how I managed to find you.
How all the pieces of the puzzle
that was made of us came together.”

At the ending of everything, I often wonder what would have happened if there was a continuation. I wonder what the trees would whisper late into the night when the moon hits its apex. I wonder what the rain would wash away if it only kept going for another day. I wonder how I managed to find you. At that moment. In that room. How all the pieces fell into place like they were pieces of a puzzle that was made of us. And sometimes, I wonder if this constant state of feeling like I’m at the edge of oblivion will finally come to an end. Would that deep abyss cease to exist? Or would I be able to tell my feet to slowly back away from the unknown that awaits me from below.

© Sarah Doughty

But no matter the question I ask,
I know the answers are always unknown.
Until the end comes.