Poetry

The Way You Do

“Loving you started like a fever.
It was an infection that filled me,
piece by piece.”

Loving you started like a fever. It was an infection that traveled across my body and filled me, piece by piece. But it wasn’t a kind of sickness that worried me. I didn’t know how, but I knew I’d be okay falling in love with you. And maybe, it was because I could see it in your eyes too. You loved me back. Just as intensely as I could fathom. I didn’t understand why at the time ā€” because I was nothing but wastelands ā€” a survivor. Yet you proved to me that I was no wasteland. I was something to be cherished.

Ā© Sarah Doughty

So thank you for loving me
the way you do.

This was written for day fifteen
of November Notes.
Wastelands
by Amber Run

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14 thoughts on “The Way You Do”

  1. Wow, Sarah!! You deposited so many beautiful gems and amazing feelings!! I’m going to have to put this aside and let this “Age”! You captured my inner feelings so perfectly when I met my beloved! I think I went about six months or more before believing it wasn’t a dream that was going to end!! Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!!
    xoxoxo

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