Poetry

Just Maybe

“Maybe this is what it means to live.
Knowing I’ve made a heaven out of hell.”

Maybe this is what means to be happy. Feeling like I’m home in your arms. Like your eyes are holding me still in this chaotic world. Like your smile is the warmth I’ve craved for so long. Maybe this is what it means to feel loved. To know that you’re here with me and would rather be nowhere else. To know that you’re home, too. Just being near me. To know that I am enough, just as you are for me. And maybe, this is what it means to be content. Knowing I’ve made a heaven out of hell. That you take me as I am, flaws and all. That you are mine as I am yours. That we are one. That we are gravity. Maybe this is what it means to live.

© Sarah Doughty

Maybe loving you is living.

Advertisements

11 thoughts on “Just Maybe”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.