Best Dreaming

“My best dreams are the ones
where I’m with you.”

You see, my dreams have always been scattered. Stuck somewhere between what was, what is, and what could be. While I’m dreaming, I’m never really sure where I am until I’m awake again. Sometimes, the dreams can’t stop soon enough. But others — those special nights when I believe my dreams might actually be true — I find that I’m caught between two different worlds. The one that’s real. And the one that exists beyond this existence. That’s where I am when I’m with you. That’s where I feel most alive. That’s where I feel free — b e c a u s e I’m with you.

© Sarah Doughty

Right where I’m supposed to be.


Shipping And Handling

“Oh love, you are not a stain on anyone.
You are so much more.”

Oh love, you are not a stain on anyone. You are not a mistake. You are not a burden. Or anything else people may have said to you as they put you in a box of labels where none ever seemed to fit. They are a reflection of their own ignorance. So remember: you are so much more. You are so much more.

© Sarah Doughty

You are so much more
than their narrow minds
and judgements.


Icy Drops On Heated Skin

“I will always love that sweet
November rain when I’m with you.”

I felt the icy drops against my heated skin and let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Everything was on fire. The blood in my veins. My muscles as they flexed and moved as if I was painting a masterpiece. Even the landscape around me, as it roared with orange flames, seemed like it was frozen in place. Like even time couldn’t end that moment. But that rain. How sweet it was to keep me from combusting.

And being there with you, was an experience I would never forget.

© Sarah Doughty

I will always love that sweet
November rain when I’m with you.

This was written for day thirty
of November Notes.
November Rain
by Guns ‘N Roses


The Hunger

“I felt the hunger that crawled
beneath your skin like a fever.
And darling, I wanted you too.”

I saw the look in your eyes, locked with mine, as if you were a lion stalking your prey. And maybe that’s what you were doing. I could feel the hunger that crawled beneath your skin like a fever. I could feel it radiating off you like the beating of a drum. My heart responded instantly. Quickening its pace in anticipation of you. My body awakened from its slumber in the next instant. In that moment, all I wanted was you.

And those eyes. Those eyes of yours. They saw right through me. They read my soul like it was an open book. Somehow, I didn’t mind, because it meant I could read yours too.

© Sarah Doughty

Those haunting eyes of yours
were burned into my memory.

This was written for day twenty-nine
of November Notes.
The Hunger In Your Haunt
by Crywolf


Using Me Was Worth It

“Darling, you were the one
that decided that using me
was worth the pain you’d cause.”

Oh but darling, I’ve been hurt worse before. But these fragments of my soul have become too many. You see, I’ve been broken for so long that I don’t know how to hold all these pieces of myself together any longer. Eventually, after so much heartache, loss, and pain — even things that were done with the intention to hurt the most, like a bullet to the heart — eventually, the dam will break.

And the world will come crashing down.

That’s what happened when you decided that your needs mattered more than this broken existence. That using me was worth the pain you’d cause.

© Sarah Doughty

But I’ll survive this too.
It’s what I do.
Just remember:
this says a lot more
about you
than it does for me.

This was written for day twenty-eight
of November Notes.
by Johnny Cash


Miracles Like You

“I am thankful
for the miracles
in my life.
Like you.”

It’s a bittersweet thing, to find yourself growing older. Another year gone. But this year, instead of mourning what couldn’t be, I’m celebrating the fact that I’m still here. That I’m still able to see miracles every day. To see the faces of the ones I love. Like you.

© Sarah Doughty

So thank you,
for spending this moment with me.
Thank you for being here.
Thank you for making this one special.

Happy birthday to me.

This was written for day twenty-seven
of November Notes.
Adagio In E Minor
by The City Of Prague Philharmonic


A High Price

“Never give in.
Never let up.
Because living is worth it.”

Though I didn’t know it at the time, when I was a child, I paid a high price to survive. I didn’t even realize that was what I was doing, but there I was, barely old enough to establish long term memories, and I was fighting for my life. I spent years like that. Clawing my way through my days like I could make it to the next peak and I’d find the end of the mountainsides — that I’d find the day when I wouldn’t have to keep fighting. This is what it means to be a survivor. To never give in. To never let up. Because living is worth it.

© Sarah Doughty

So don’t ever stop fighting.

This was written for day twenty-six
of November Notes.
The Price
by Twisted Sister


Take My Hand

“Because, darling,
all of my dreams
begin and end
with you.”

Won’t you follow me where our dreams are pulling us? Just like a tide, guided by the moon, take my hand and let’s escape. I would love to see that carefree smile across your face again. To see the sunlight hit your eyes and cast off an endless kaleidoscope of blue. Darling, if you just come with me, we will find new adventures. We will make our own stories to tell. Because, all of my dreams begin and end with you. And I know, if we are together, we will make it through anything.

© Sarah Doughty

So, darling, take my hand.

This was written for day twenty-five
of November Notes.
Across The Sea
by The Sweeplings


Everything I Couldn’t Be

“You, my love, are everything
I couldn’t be, way back when.
And I will fight for you
to stay that way.”

Darling, you don’t ever have to worry about me. Because I would give anything — do anything — just to keep you safe. I will maintain that beautiful innocence of yours for as long as I can. You are the light in my life, and the breath in my lungs. You are everything to me. You are worth it.

You are the greatest gift. The ultimate achievement. You are light and pure. Bright and bubbly. Innocent. You are everything I couldn’t be, way back when. For that little girl that missed out on that kind of life, I want you to live it. I will fight for you if I have to. And I would sacrifice everything to make sure you can be this happy kid as long as possible.

That little girl grew up with claws.

© Sarah Doughty

For the little boy in my life
that calls me a beautiful princess
whenever I wear a dress.
The one who looks at me
and doesn’t see something
lost and broken.
He sees someone beautiful.
He sees me for who I am
and loves me all the same.

How could I have been so lucky?

This was written for day twenty-four
of November Notes.
The Joker
by The Steve Miller Band


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

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

This was written for day twenty-three
of November Notes.
Pistols At Dawn
by Seinabo Sey