Poetry

The Cursed

“But darling, the dead never truly die,
and the truth will always come back.”

Can you feel the chill in the air? The wet cold that seeps into your bones? Can you hear the whispers that carry on the wind? The ones that know all your secrets? They are the ghosts that linger. The ones you can’t shake, no matter how far you run. They are the memories you’ve tried to bury where no one will ever find them. But darling, the dead never truly die, and the truth will always come back for you.

Call it karma. Call it divine justice. Call it whatever you want. Those bones in your past will not stay silent about the monstrous things you’ve done. And it’s your curse to bear.

© Sarah Doughty

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Poetry

A Lesson Learned

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this much,
if I knew not to trust you.”

Maybe it was wrong of me to trust you at your word. Maybe I should have taken more time and read between the lines instead of focusing on the way they sounded coming from your lips. Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt this much, knowing how wrong I was to trust you. Maybe, just maybe, one day you’ll have a taste of your own medicine and understand what it means to have your heart thrown back in your face. Maybe then you’ll see how much destruction you’ve left in your wake. Or, maybe you’ll never see the monster that looks back at you in the mirror. Either way, I know better now. I just hope the next one doesn’t fall for your tricks so easily.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Reliance

“And I know now that the only person
I can rely on is myself.”

Here I am again, with my heart shattering into pieces. I should be used to this sensation by now, feeling like I’m floating in space, but my lungs have yet to adapt to having no air. My skin is still frosting over from the bitter cold. And my mind is filled with unanswered questions and fragmented thoughts of how I found myself in this position. Again. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t just me and this deafening silence that surrounds me. Even when I try to scream, no sound escapes and it does nothing but make me crave to be back in your arms once more. But I know that will never happen. And I know now that the only person I can rely on is myself. Even though it hurts like hell, I know I’ll survive this too.

© Sarah Doughty

For M.

Poetry

Inevitable Tragedy

“It’s not my capacity to love that hinders me,
it’s the waiting for some inevitable tragedy
that may never come.”

It felt like filling up with helium and my heart was nothing but a balloon. But I waited for the burst. One, two, three seconds go by and nothing changes. It’s not my capacity to love that hinders me, it’s the waiting for some inevitable tragedy that may never come. That is where the pain resides. In doubts. In broken dreams. In the past that has taught us about heartbreak and loss.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Fade To Black

I spent so much time trying to save you
that I forgot to come up for air.

The exertion and the weight became too much and we both started to sink. It felt like I stabbed us both in the back, and robbed us of our lives. But really, it was you that wanted me to drown with you. And by the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to try to save myself. So I stopped thrashing and held your face. Through the turquoise waters, in our last moments together, I saw peace in your eyes. The gratitude you felt that we were both letting go. And in that moment, I was ready. It was you and me and the water that surrounded is. Then the world we shared faded to black.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

At Home

“Together, we are unstoppable. We are uplifted.
We are hopeful. We are home.”

Together, we are unstoppable. We are uplifted. We are hopeful. It’s a place where our dreams come true. A place where we aim high, reach our goals, and celebrate each milestone together. You might call it Utopia. I call it Sisterhood. I call it a state of being where we are never alone. A place where we are always welcome. A place to call home.

© Sarah Doughty

For my lovely friend @saidehranero.

Poetry

Certainties

“The future is full of uncertainties,
but my love for you isn’t one of them.”

There’s still so much I don’t know about the future, or what it will bring. But I’m confident that I can face anything as long as I have you by side. You see, you made me realize that I was stronger, braver, and more resilient than I ever imagined. So even though the future is filled with uncertainties, my love for you isn’t one of them.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Easily Yours

“I knew it was a risk, but loving you
was as easy as breathing.”

Making an honest effort does not make you a failure. All you can do is try. I knew it was a risk, but loving you was as easy as breathing. I’m still scared I may lose you, and that’s okay. It reminds me to keep trying to be deserving of yours.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Carvings

“No, darling, we didn’t grow apart.
You left me here in the dark.”

No, darling, we didn’t just grow apart. You left me here in the dark without a hint of hesitation. If you stopped to look beyond your own chocolate-coated lies, you might see this gaping hole in my back, dripping with freezing blood. I’m willing to bet you missed that you carved your name into my heart as well.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Worth It

“Surviving hell was worth it.
Because it brought me to you.”

There was a beauty in breaking down. In allowing myself to crumble. I let it all out. Like a hurricane, it flew out of me. Every heartbreak, every blow, every harsh word ever thrown in my direction. It felt freeing, like a weight was lifted from both my chest and my shoulders. I watched it go as it carried on the violent wind. And I felt the universe wrap her arms around me. It was worth it, she told me. Stripping my soul down to the core. Though I would always feel the demons lurking in the night, and the memories would always haunt me, it was worth it. And she was right.

Surviving hell was worth it. Because it brought me to you.

© Sarah Doughty