Poetry

Heart Mates

“Somehow I knew, even then,
that my heart found its mate. You.”

And it’s always been this way. The flames of air burning in my lungs. The acid of exhilaration moving through my veins. The itch in my fingers to reach out to you. It’s always been like that. Since the moment I first saw you. Somehow I knew, even then, that my heart found its mate. You.

© Sarah Doughty

I’m so glad that feeling
wasn’t wrong.

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Poetry

Safe And Secure

“Of course I was speechless that night.
I knew my heart would be safe with you.”

Of course I was speechless that night when you just stopped what you were doing to look at me. Maybe it was the tilt of your head as you tried to memorize every facet of color in my eyes, or the reddish undertones in my hair. But I do know this. It made my heart beat louder than I ever thought possible. And the color that bloomed on my cheeks from the rush of blood and butterflies in my stomach made me feel like flying. It made me feel like my heart would always be safe with you.

© Sarah Doughty

And it always has.

Poetry

Saving You

“I was the lucky one, being a part of your life.
I only wish I could’ve saved you.”

It was haunting, to say the least. To see the light slowly fading from your eyes. To hear your screams echoing against the was. It was torture. Waiting all those hours. Watching you die a slow, painful death. All I could do was be there for you, even though you probably had no idea that I was. I only hope you remembered how much I loved you. And how much I miss you, now that you’re gone.

© Sarah Doughty

I will remember every moment
I was lucky to spend with you
for the rest of my life.
I just wished I could have saved you.

Poetry

Remember The Magic

“It’s the small moments.
All it takes is a moment
to remember the magic.”

It’s all in the past now. Ghosts of our pasts dancing through our memories. Their silhouettes casting shadows on all the happy times. The sad times. Even the times in between. The small moments. Those little moments that seem so insignificant at the time, but later become pivotal to our future. Like the time spent laughing in each other’s arms. Or laying together without the need for words to fill in the silence. It’s never too late to relive them again. All it takes is a moment to remember the magic.

© Sarah Doughty

And you’ll realize
it never faded away at all.

Poetry

Make Up Your Mind

“Maybe I’m just a dreamer,
choosing to make up my own mind.”

Instincts are one of the most powerful senses we could ever possess. But somehow, over time, we learned that those little nudges we felt couldn’t be trusted. That logic and truths were the facts, and all else could be ignored as mere inconveniences. Yet why is it when danger approaches, we feel an instant hesitation? That fight or flIght response that sets the adrenaline on high? Perhaps, maybe, if we listened a little more, we might be able to overcome what we have been taught to believe and instead make up our own minds — and choose our own destinies. Maybe that makes me different. And that’s okay with me.

© Sarah Doughty

Or maybe that’s
just the dreamer in me.

Poetry

Breathing At Last

“I never expected to fall in love.
But there you were,
and I could breathe at last.”

When you first walked into view, there was something I felt that I couldn’t name. It was as if I was hit with an electric shock. Like I could breathe air — true oxygen — for the first time in my life. I never expected such an instantaneous response to a stranger. I never expected to feel something so exhilarating. I never expected to fall in love. But there you were, and I could breathe at last.

© Sarah Doughty

I could breathe
at last.

Poetry

A Line Drawn

“And this is where I stop.
To take you off my weary shoulders,
and let you go.”

This is where I stop. To take a breath, and once again know what oxygen feels like when it fills my lungs. This is where I stop. To silence my worried thoughts, and instead listen to the sounds of the rain landing on the roof. This is where I stop. To let you go, and understand what it means to not wonder what might await me. This is where I stop. To remind myself that it was not my fault. And this is where I stop. To take the weight of you off my weary shoulders, and at last, be free from you.

© Sarah Doughty

This is where I stop
and let you go.

Poetry

Yours And Mine

“The first time I saw you,
I knew my search was over.
My heart was no longer mine.”

The first time I saw you, I knew my search was over. I knew my heart was no longer mine to call my own. I knew you were the one that would sweep me of my feet. Even though I didn’t allow myself to believe it at first — because how could someone truly love another without knowing them first? But it was true. My heart would always be yours.

© Sarah Doughty

And it will
for the rest of time.

Poetry

Wishes And Dreams

“Darling, don’t you see?
You were my wish come true.”

The white roses petals drifted to the ground around my tiny feet and I watched with amazement as the gentle breeze picked a few of them up and danced to some unheard melody for a few moments before letting them flutter back to the ground. Back then, when I watched those petals dance, I dreamed of a day when I would dance with the one I loved. A day filled with happy tears instead of the ones caused by pain. A day with a bright outlook towards the future rather than an endless stream of darkness. You see, I didn’t realize it then, but I dreamed of you. I knew one day I would find you.

© Sarah Doughty

You were my wish
come true.

Poetry

Rage With A Name

“This rage of mine may stir and rumble,
but it was never there for you.”

Don’t mistake a good-hearted person for someone they are not. A true, good person will take whatever is thrown at them, and they will take it with grace and composure. They do not aim to destroy someone or defame them. They do not taunt, and attempt to incite a rage that is not there to ignite.

You see, the rage I hold inside is reserved for the man that haunted and destroyed my childhood. But it’s a rage that sits calm in the corner. It may stir and rumble, but it stays where it belongs. It was never there for you.

© Sarah Doughty

People are not pawns
or there to be used.
Remember that.

I forgive you.