Reveries

“And with these reveries, I have hope.
Because I have you.”

I was lost in my own daydreams, floating above the clouds, knowing I would eventually open my eyes and come crashing down to the ground. With no parachute to help slow my descent, I knew the fall would be my end. So I kept dreaming. I kept going. And with these reveries, I have hope. I have risen. And I am still flying. But the best part? It hasn’t been the dreaming itself. It’s been you. By my side. Chasing our dreams together.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Don’t stop chasing your dreams.

Memories With Gravity

“All that remains of us is a relic.
A memory where gravity still exists.”

Don’t you see? We are nothing more than a blackened solar system. A set of dead stars. What was once a place full of warmth and light — with planets, moons, and gravity holding us together — all that remains is a relic. A memory. A place where the gravity still exists, but once the light fizzled out into nothing, it left no warmth. A deep, undying bitter cold. An infinite darkness. And no beauty to see except what twinkled off in the distance.

That was how I felt — how empty, how cold and dark with that gravity of us still spinning around in the pit of my stomach — that was how it felt when you left.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

That was how it felt to be alone.

Just As You Are

“There’s no reason you should hide who you are.
You are beautifully flawed.”

Oh, my love, don’t you see that there’s no reason you should hide who you are. The wild understands you for who you are. Just as you are. You are beautifully flawed. You are perfect. Just as you are.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Just as you are.

This Is Me

“I made a home in this darkness.
But home is not a prison.
I am worthy. To be me.”

This life of mine has never been an easy one. That’s no secret. But I’m alive. And that counts for something, right? I may have made a home in this darkness. But home is not synonymous with prison. Home is not a place where I can’t be loved just as I am. Home is not a place where I cannot be happy in my own skin. Because these scars are proof of my resilience. To keep pushing forward. To keep fighting. And I no longer bear them with shame. That weight is no longer mine to bear. It was never supposed to be mine. Home is a place where I broke through every barrier that was erected against me. And you know what? I might be bruised, but I’m fucking brave. I’ve broken through barriers. I’ve overcome. I’ve risen. I’ve proven that I am worthy of love and happiness. I have proven that I am worthy. To be me. To become so much more. Just as I am. And I’m going to keep going without apologies.

I make no apologies for who I am. Because this is me. Scars and all.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

This is me,
so take me as I am
or get out of my way.

This was inspired by the song
“This Is Me” by Keala Settle
from The Greatest Showman.
This is my anthem.

Beauty And Chaos

“Looking in your eyes felt like flying.
That was when I knew you were the one.”

It was beauty. It was the brilliance. The one in your smile. It was the chaos in my veins when you looked at me. The way it felt like flying, but yet my feet were planted on the ground. And for once, that foundation wasn’t shaking beneath me, threatening to give way.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

That was the moment
I knew you were the one.

Pieces Of Goodbyes

“I said goodbye to each part of you,
long before you ever left.”

Oh, but how much destruction we can cause when we just want to feel something? When feeling numb is no longer enough, what are we capable of? Let me tell you this, I never wanted to say goodbye. I never wanted to watch you leave, piece by piece. Until all that remained was a shell. A husk of your former self. And even though I had said goodbye to each part of you that left, the hardest part was knowing you were going to sacrifice everything we were just to find some of those pieces again. But darling, I was never the cause. I said goodbye long before you ever left. What hurt the most was that you took pieces of me with you.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

And now I’m nothing
but broken pieces.

Soul Honesty

“Won’t you look me in the eye
and tell me you love me?
I want to see the honesty in your soul.”

Darling, won’t you look me in the eye
and tell me you love me?
I want to see the honesty in your soul.
I want to see how deep it goes.
Further than the brilliance of your eyes.
Beneath your skin and beyond your bones.
I want to see infinity. I want to see the stars.
I want to see that through this life
and beyond, that I am yours.
Because that is how I feel for you.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

That is how I feel for you.

The Giving

“I gave you everything I had,
and all that I was.
You don’t get to take credit for it.”

The crowns of burdens we bear,
weigh heavy upon our weary souls.
And when the moon crosses
the horizon with a smile on her face,
know it’s me. Know that I’m there,
watching from her eyes.
Know that I bore what I could
for you. Know that I gave you
everything I had, and all that I was.
And when that wasn’t enough,
you took my life with you.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

But that was my crown to bear.
That was my life to give.
You don’t get to take credit for it.

Shouting Hearts

“Late at night, my heart is not quiet.
It’s not whispering. It’s shouting your name.”

Maybe, at midnight, you’ll finally be able to say what’s in your heart. When there’s nothing but us and the moon shining above us. Maybe then. Maybe you’ll say the words. And maybe, if I’m brave enough, I’ll be able to say it too. Because in the middle of the night, my heart is no longer quiet. It’s no longer whispering, like the sun might catch its secret. It’s shouting your name, hoping against hope that you’ll feel the same.

So tell me, darling. What is it your heart shouts to you late at night?

© Sarah Doughty
2019

My heart only calls for you.

Siren Call

“You are a siren to me, so keep
blanketing me with your song
and let me stay lost.”

Sirens have a way with those songs of theirs. No matter how hard you want to resist, you sometimes find yourself in the water before you realize what’s happening. And that’s what it feels like whenever I hear your voice telling me how much you crave me. Whenever I hear your words caressing my skin like a long lost lover. That’s when I knew you were a siren to me. So please, don’t stop talking. Blanket me with your song and let me stay lost in them forever.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Because you are always my siren call.