Poetry

Letting You In

“I began to wonder how I was hopelessly
in love, yet alone at the same time.”

It was the way you moved that night. The fury burned in your eyes along with the passion running through your veins. And though I welcomed the contact, I couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming sense of loss when you were through. After all the time we’d spent breaking down walls between us, it seemed with every step closer together, another obstacle stood in our way. This was the next one that slammed shut like an iron cell door with no grates or openings to see through. One second you were there, and the next, you’d left like a wraith in the moonless night. And as I sank to the floor, the warm flickering of the flames in the hearth nearby, mixed with the sounds of my sobs were my only company for the remainder of that night. I began to wonder if the fears and the secrets would ever dissolve, or if I’d spend the rest of my life hopelessly in love, and yet alone at the same time.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

So tell me, how is it
fair that I let you in,
but you can’t do the same
in return?

Poetry

Loving Me

“You, my love, gave me the greatest gift.
You said you loved me.”

Oh, but the thunderous applause of my heart was deafening. At first, I wasn’t sure if I imagined the words that slipped past your lips, or if maybe it was an illusion — a dream so beautiful, I never wanted to wake up. You made me open my eyes for the first time and truly accept what I only thought could be imagined. You, my love, gave me the greatest gift anyone could have given me. You said you loved me.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

And you say you always will.

Poetry

Drifting To You

“Sometimes I can’t help myself.
I find my thoughts always drift to you.”

Sometimes I can’t help myself. When the moon shines its brightest, I find my thoughts always drift to you. Perhaps it was all those late night talks we shared. Or maybe how the cover of darkness made sharing secrets a little easier to bear. But no matter how I think of you, I couldn’t regret a single moment we spent together. And I will continue to cherish these and all the moments in between until death separates us at last.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Poetry

Falling For You

“But, my love, falling for you
was when my life truly began.”

Love is a journey that should be savored. It should be explored with great care and consideration. I knew, the first time we argued that my heart fell before my mind accepted it. But when my finally caught up, I was more certain than anything I’d ever felt in my life. Getting to know each other was just as much of an intellectual bonding as it was an emotional and physical. It was an exploration of uncharted territory. It was a slow build, like the crescendo of a grand orchestra. It was something to be cherished. Savored. And those memories will remain with me for the rest of my life.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Falling for you was when
my life truly began.

Poetry

Skipping Beats

“All I can see is that smile on your face.
The one that causes my heart to skip a beat.”

When I close my eyes, all I can see is that smile on your face. The one that melted the bones in my legs and turned the blood in my veins to liquid fire. The one that was unguarded and free. The one that caused faint lines to crinkle around your eyes when they looked into mine. And after a few hours, it’s like a distant memory, and I’m missing it more than I thought I would. I begin to wonder if it would cause my heart to skip a beat when the time came that I would see it again. But somewhere, deep down, I know I will. Because that smile always finds a way to creep its way to the surface. And when it does, I’ll try to commit each feature to my memory. This is just one of the little things you do to me. So please, don’t stop.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

These little things you do,
don’t ever stop.

Poetry

Stories We Tell

“You are mine as I am yours.
Because loving you is worth every sacrifice.”

There’s always been something that fascinates me about watching a story unfold. The stories that make up the roadmap of your life. How every story has a beginning, middle, and an end. How every chapter leads inexplicably to the next. As if it was meant to be, but not always easy. And certainly not predictable. Especially our story. Through the highs and lows. The happy days, and the sad ones. The tragedies and triumphs. No matter what we face, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You are mine as I am yours. Because loving you is worth every sacrifice.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

You are worth it.

Poetry

Here To Stay

“So please, remind me every day that
you’re here to stay.”

It’s hard to describe what it feels to belong. After so long of mistrust, heartache, and pain, it’s like waiting for the next tragedy to happen. As if being happy is merely a short-term reprieve, and it’s only a matter of time before I’m alone again. I try to remind myself every day that I’m safe. This happiness is here to stay. But a whispering voice continues to call from the shadows. Filling my head with doubts. So please, I beg you, remind me every chance you have to tell me you’re here to stay.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

I can’t lose you, too.

Poetry

Caressing Voices

“Do you know you how it feels to hear
your voice? It’s like a caress over my skin.”

Have I ever told you how mesmerizing it is to hear your voice? How it feels? The smooth, melodic tone that sounds like a caress over my skin. The way your mouth moves with every elongated syllable. Or maybe it’s the way your eyes hold steady with mine. And I can’t bring myself to look away. Maybe it’s the way you see me, as if you can read my thoughts by the expression on my face. Or, maybe I just fell for you without recognizing it. Either way, I’m yours.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

I’m yours for
the rest of my life.

Poetry

Whispers In The Dark

“My heart continues to whisper your name.
But, in the night, it beats its loudest.”

All my veins and sinew continue to whisper your name in the darkness. My heart, as if a beacon. Of gravity. An empty, dead star. Slowly pulsating, no matter the time of day. But sometimes, in the quiet of the night, it beats its loudest. That’s when I hear your name. Feel your touch on my skin. Crave your scent. Taste you as if you’re still lingering on my tongue. It’s as if you’ve permanently changed my DNA. Forever connecting us together, no matter the distance between us.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Do you feel it too?

Poetry

At War

“If you’re at war, then I’m there
fighting by your side.”

If you’re at war
with yourself,
then I’m there.
Fighting by your side.
To change your mind.
I will be there to
change your mind
and remind you
every minute of every day
just how wonderful you are.

Because you are so much more than a parent, a spouse, and a friend. You are more than any label you’ve ever given yourself. You. You give people hope. We see the fire in your eyes. We see that spark when you fight back against everything that has ever hurt you. You are not at war with yourself.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

I will change your mind.