“Would you prove me wrong?
And let me be in your arms.”
What if I was wrong? To keep you away from me. As if it might protect you from all the darkness and pain that surrounds me in this perpetual night. What if I was wrong to make that decision for you? Even though there’s a crack through the middle of my soul. Even if I’m not lost? Even if I’m not found? Even if I’m everywhere and nowhere? Everyone and no one? Even if there’s a million ways to run away, what if I was wrong about you? And you want to be here with me tonight. Would I still want you to go? Would you still want to stay? What a sad, silent song it is that I play on repeat.
Would you prove me wrong? And let me be in your arms for one night.
© Sarah Doughty
2017
I needed to realize
that it wasn’t
my choice to make.
Beautiful soul talk. Anand Bose from Kerala
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This is so heart-achingly beautiful. I especially love this line: “Even if I’m not lost? Even if I’m not found?”
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Those lines were especially heartbreaking to write. It’s like being in a perpetual state of purgatory, not knowing which way I’m headed.
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I could hear the heartbreak and frustration in the words.
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Thank you, love.
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You’re very welcome! 🙂
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