Poetry

My Destruction

“You see, I know you’re my undoing.
For better or worse, my heart is yours.”

Little tendrils of sage smoke circle around me as I make a futile attempt to cleanse my thoughts. It seems as though no matter how many times I’ve completed this process successfully in the past, today, my mind refuses to break free from you. I’m not sure why that is — or, at least, I refuse to acknowledge it. You see, I know that you’re going to be my undoing. I know that you’re going to steal my heart. And I know I will be powerless to stop you. More importantly, I’m not sure I want to stop it at all. Though that thought — even admitting it myself — is beyond terrifying, there’s something about this situation that I can’t seem to fight. Maybe I can tell the difference between something real and something filled with hope. Maybe I know, deep down, that I don’t have to worry about my heart when it’s in your hands.

© Sarah Doughty

Or maybe, that will be the reason
for my destruction.
Either way, for better or worse,
my heart is yours.

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