Poetry

Are You Man Enough

“The moment we met face to face,
I knew only one of us
would make it out alive.”

The moment we met face to face, I knew only one of us would make it out alive. It was me against the monster, the monster against his trained puppet. Did she manage to crawl her way out of the darkness and stand on her two feet again? I’m sure that came as a surprise to you. You thought you broke me. You thought I couldn’t stand my ground. But here I am, ready to face you. Ready to die than to ever submit again. So let’s get this done.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Are you man enough to take me on
now that I have a backbone?

Poetry

I Can’t Live Without You

“But darling, I’ll always wait for you.
Because you’re worth it.”

But darling, no matter what happens, I’ll always wait for you. Because you are worth it. I can’t live without you here in my arms. I can’t live without you to come home to. I can’t live without you to laugh with on lazy Sunday mornings with coffee and paperback novels. So whenever you’re hurting, or you feel lost, I’ll be here, waiting to do whatever I need to make you whole again.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Because you are worth it.

Poetry

Fiery Deaths In Autumn

“Autumn will always be my favorite season.
Because it was when I met you.
It was the season I fell in love.”

It was the leaves in the fall that reminded me so much of you. I remembered the sound of their fiery deaths as you walked along the path and held my hand, guiding me onward. And I remembered. I remembered how your hands were so warm in mine. How your eyes glittered against the evening sunlight when you smiled. And god, but I loved that smile. Every time I saw it, I thought my heart would burst out of my chest. That was when I realized, I was falling for you. And no matter what would happen, my heart would always be yours. I wondered if you knew, because when the sun set over the horizon, you sealed my heart with a kiss.

So yes, autumn will always be my favorite season. Because it was the season I met you. It was the season I fell in love.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

It was when I fell for you.

Poetry

Girl From Nowhere

“She said she was a girl from nowhere.
But with her, I remembered
what it was like to live.
To find home.”

She said she was a girl from nowhere. But with her, I remembered what it was like to live. To find home. I could hear the music floating in the night. With her, I knew what it meant to have more than just a pulse running through my veins. A pulse with a reason to keep beating. And even though she said she was made up of a mosaic of broken pieces — just like me — I still felt like we fit, like two parts of a puzzle. What were the odds, she’d mused, that a girl from nowhere would find another lost soul like hers? When she came into my life, I told her, suddenly, it wasn’t just the lonely, sad drum beat of a heart — the whole orchestra began to play in Technicolor. It was a perfect song. Complete with fireworks. I told her how she brought me to life by loving me. That she was the most beautiful song I’d ever heard. Because it was the song of us. The opus of two souls from nowhere. She smiled then, but it was just a ghost of its former glory. And somehow, I knew, like all songs, the music would end. When it did, it would drift off into the night.

Just like her.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

After all, she was
just a girl from nowhere.

Poetry

Hope Appeared

“Hope appeared, right when I needed it.
It brought me light. The dawn.
And you.”

Beginnings and endings. I always thought, by closing one door, another would open. But it only seemed like all the doors were closing. And the room around me tightened as it grew darker. With no stars. No moon. Just a black, infinite nothing. And as the helplessness began to set in, I remembered that my mind was still very much intact. That I couldn’t be broken. I could find my way out.

So, even without the moon to give me hope, I knew she was still there, behind a curtain. Or cast within shadow. In that moment, a new door appeared, right when I needed it, and it brought me light. The dawn. And you.

It brought me to you.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

It brought me hope.

Poetry

Ascension To You

“I could never regret
the journey that brought me
to that very moment.
To you.”

I ascended the stairs, following the sounds of hope that glittered against my ears. I wondered what waited for me at the precipice. But, yet, somehow I knew, whatever it was, I knew I wouldn’t regret the journey that brought me to that very moment. Just steps away from my fate. My destiny. Just steps away from you. And when your love encircled me in your arms, I knew I was, at long last, home.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I could never regret the journey
that brought me to you.

Poetry

Believe In Fate

“So, tell me, darling,
how can I not believe in fate,
if you’re with me?”

We were both shooting stars in the infinite night. By a series of chances, we found our way to one another. And we almost missed our chance. Sped on by and never the wiser for it. Where would we be now, I wonder? Would we have found love elsewhere? Happiness? Would you be happier if we didn’t collide in the night?

I’m not sure I want to know. But I’m glad you’re still with me.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

So, tell me, darling,
how can I not believe in fate,
if you’re with me?

Poetry

Light And Pure

“Why would a person
so light and pure
love something like me?”

You see, I never could reconcile how you could love me the way you do. It wasn’t just how I compared us — you were diamonds while I was nothing but dirt and rust. Why would a person so light, so pure, with such a beautiful spirit love something like me? After everything I’d been through? After the resulting person? But you did, and you do.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

And for that,
I will always be grateful.

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 — because I was nothing but wastelands — a survivor. Yet you proved to me that I was no wasteland. I was something to be cherished.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

So thank you for loving me
the way you do.

Poetry

Hereditary

“It was when he walked up to me.
That was when I knew.
He was the one for me.”

Maybe it was chance. Or maybe it was hereditary. But there was something about the way he moved that caught my eye. How could such a creature be so breathtaking? No matter how much I fought it, my eyes kept driving towards him. It was as if he was a magnet. But that wasn’t what surprised me the most about that night. It was when he walked right up to me and took my breath away. That was when I knew. He was the one for me.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I fell. Just like that.