Poetry

Pieces Of Safety

“If I knew what life would bring you,
I would have tried to keep you safe.”

If I knew the things that troubled you late into the night, I would’ve made more than just a simple dream catcher. I would’ve showed you how to face your fears. How to do the impossible, and act instead of stay frozen in indecision. If I knew the life you would lead and all the pain that would come with it, I would’ve tried to keep your innocence just a little longer. If only I knew what I know now, maybe, just maybe, you would have come out the other side intact.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

But now,
I’m in just as many
pieces as you.

Poetry

Echoes And Beats

“Can you hear the echo in my heart?
It remembers everything we were.”

Can you hear the echo in my heart? The one that reverberates instead of a beat, continuing to move blood through my veins. Can you sense the silhouette — the shadows behind me that linger with sadness and pain? It’s the ghost of what used to be you and me. Everything we ever were. And what could have been. The joy I felt when our hearts beat in unison. The bright outlook of the future we were meant to share. Now all that remains of us is a memory. Still full of love, but yet broken at the same time.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

I wonder,
does your heart
echo too?

Poetry

Cold Hearts

“Sometimes cold hearts can beat
when they prey on something warm.”

And it feels like a part of my heart was ripped out of my chest for no reason other than to see how much it would hurt. I suppose that’s what you have to be prepared for when you bare your soul to the world — not everyone will be there to offer you a safe place to rest when you are weary. Not everyone will give you shelter from the rain. And not everyone will offer you a blanket when you are cold. Because sometimes cold hearts can only keep beating when they prey on something warm.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

And you took your fill.

Poetry

Mirrors And Silence

“No matter how much hatred you hold,
try looking in a mirror.”

Take all this blood, for I have no use of it any longer. Take all the tears, for they have filled oceans. Take all these thoughts, for they have lived, loved, and lost. But you can never take my heart or my soul, for that is what defines me. And no matter how much jealousy or hatred you hold for me, try looking in a mirror. Maybe then you’ll understand why you feel alone.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

And maybe then
you’ll realize how
heartless you’ve been.

Poetry

Venomous

“I saw behind those sweetly-spoken words
and could feel the venom behind them.”

It was a calculated effort. A sly attempt to tear me down with no trace back to its source. A misguided lie and a perception of innocence. But I saw through it. I saw behind those sweetly-spoken words and could feel the venom behind them. And that was when I knew I’d caught you. That was when I realized an enemy was disguised as a friend.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Karma is a powerful force.

Poetry

Gnawing Ache

“And it was then that I knew
what heartache and loss felt like.”

It was the silence. The empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. The undeniable feeling that I’d lost something significant. Something I couldn’t define or even name. But it was a gnawing ache that continued to grow. And it wasn’t until I’d lived with that feeling for what seemed like a lifetime that I woke in the middle of the night with the whisper of your name on my tongue. And it was then that I knew what heartache and loss felt like.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Because I lost everything.

Poetry

Cat And Mouse

“There was no danger from my predator.
Because his heart belonged with mine.”

It was the fire. The flames that burned into my eyes, as if a raging pyre burned and smoldered in front of me, when there was nothing there but the stillness of the night under the full moon. My eyes, like mirrors to an unseen force, reflected my anger outward at the encroaching danger. With my senses heightened and a keen awareness of all that was around me, I was ready to face what awaited for me in the shadows. But I knew there was no real danger there. Not because he wasn’t a predator, but because his heart belonged with mine. That game of cat and mouse was a prelude to what would come after. The only question was who would win the upper hand.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Game on, mister.

Poetry

Risks

“When it comes to loving you,
I would risk anything to be with you.”

It’s the danger, you see. The kind that erupts across your skin like goose bumps. The kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck rise as if the adrenaline rushing through your veins sets off static electricity. It’s the way your pupils dilate and struggle to stay open as you try not to miss anything that might be lurking around you.

That’s what I feel when I’m around you. That danger. But I know the difference between being prey and being able to hold my ground by your side. Because you and I, we stand together. As partners. As equals. So when it comes to loving you, I would risk anything to be with you. For I am yours and that will never change.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Forever yours to fight
by your side.

Poetry

Infinities

“Looking into his eyes felt like seeing infinity.
And I never wanted to look away.”

When his eyes drifted down to my lips, I could feel the burn of his gaze. I could feel the itch where his eyes touched my skin and it only made me want to taste him all the more. I wanted to feel his lips against mine like I spiked a fever and his kiss was the only remedy. But it couldn’t compare to the feeling of excitement when his gaze drifted back up to mine. In that look, it seemed like a thousand words were said without a sound escaping from our lips. Looking into his eyes felt like seeing infinity. It was then I knew, without a doubt, he had my whole heart for my whole life. I couldn’t help myself. I never wanted that moment to end.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

So please, don’t ever
stop reminding me
that we are infinite.

Poetry

Your Flame

“You drew me in like a moth to flame
and I knew I’d never look back.”

This protectiveness I feel for you isn’t just something that happened at the flip of a switch. First, it was the way your eyes looked as the sun hit them, as if the light made them glow from within. Then it was you. Your bravery. The fierce determination running through your veins. The imperfect, vulnerable, yet fierce warrior in you that makes me want to stand by your side and fight your battles right alongside you. You see, loving someone goes beyond the word. You drew me in like a moth to flame and I knew I’d never look back. If it meant going to war or helping you reach up into the sky to pluck your dream from the universe to make it a reality, I will be there.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

I will always be there.