Poetry

Heartbreaker

“How can you not see that you’re the one
taking pieces of my broken heart?”

How can you say I’m the love of your life when time and time again, you choose someone else? How is it that I am always caught in your web, waiting for the moment you’ll discard me like a piece of trash?

How can you not see that you’re the one taking pieces of my broken heart?

© Sarah Doughty
2017

I refuse to be labeled by
your own insecurities.

Poetry

Tortuous Love

“But let me tell you this: she was never
supposed to be tortured for loving you.”

You’re always keeping her at arm’s length, but your eyes are never far away. You tell her how much you need her, but continue to pretend you love someone else. Your presence in her life is like a car wreck happening in slow motion. I don’t know if you are oblivious to what you’re doing, or if you’re dragging her through hell for your own benefit. But let me tell you this: she was never supposed to be tortured for loving you.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Be careful with how you handle
other people’s emotions.

Poetry

Nothing The Same

“In the aftermath of you, everything’s changed.”

In the aftermath of you, everything’s changed. Every inhalation is made with care, as if I might catch what remains of your scent upon my pillow. The beats of my heart no longer hold the same rhythm, and they’re conducting a heartbreaking melody only my ears can hear. This deafening silence you’ve left in your wake has left me pining for another tune, but it never comes. So it’s here, in this ocean of sadness, that I begin to drown.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

I can no longer tell
the difference between
aftermath and nightmare.

Poetry

Seconds

“I feel it. Every place you ever touched me.”

I feel it. Every place you ever touched me. Every word you ever said. Every flash of a smile, and every glimpse of your eyes. It’s like a rush of every moment we spent together, happening in the span of seconds, over far too soon. And all I want is to feel you near once more.

But I can’t, and I’m back at the start, reliving the days when we were “us.”

© Sarah Doughty
2017

This is what it means
to miss you.

Poetry

Scripted

“I could see how she ate up every one of your lines.
Just like I did.”

Maybe it was all in my head, all those things you said to me. How you said them. How you looked at me. Like I was the only thing in your world that mattered. To me, it felt like everything else disappeared when we were together. We were happy then, you and I. At least that’s what I thought until I saw you with her. The same smile and look in your eyes as you told her how she was your world. And I could see how she ate up every one of your lines. Just like I did.

How could I have been so blind?

Or, maybe, you’re just that talented at lying.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Sometimes even the best intentions
turn out to be little devils in disguise.
It’s not your fault for not seeing the truth.

Poetry

Labels

“Don’t be defined by what you do.
Rather, be who you want to be.”

I am a mother, a wife,
a writer, a friend,
a survivor.
I am the earth,
and I am fire.
I am the wind
and the rain.
I am the moonlight
and the waves.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Don’t be defined
by what you do.
Rather, be who
you want to be.

Poetry

Foreigners

“I feel like I’m trapped in a world
that speaks an entirely different language.”

This new reality of mine is so foreign that I feel like I’m trapped in a world that speaks an entirely different language. Not even my body can make sense of itself. And it hurts like hell to try and fail to understand what’s really happening to me on the inside.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

I know I’ll adapt soon enough.

Poetry

Haunted

“I wonder if you miss me
the way I miss you.”

On nights like this one, I look up at the moon and wonder if you feel the same sense of melancholic nostalgia. I wonder if you miss me the way I miss you. I wonder how often moments like these bring you thoughts of me. On this night, does my memory haunt you the way you haunt me?

Where frights and laughs are everywhere, on this night, my spirit is only with you.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

My spirit is always with you.

Poetry

Something New

“And the night we met, it didn’t take me long
to realize you were the love I was searching for.”

I spent my life looking for faces in a faceless crowd, unsure of what I was seeking. There was a familiar tinge of anxiety in the air and I could taste it on my tongue like rusty metal. When we spoke, there were no fireworks. No shouts sounding off in my head, saying, “That’s the one!” It was a slow build, you see. With every passing hour, I knew you were unlike any person I’d ever met. It was the start of something new. Something I never imagined. And the night we met, it didn’t take me long to realize you were the love I was searching for.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

If this is a dream,
I don’t ever want
to wake up.

Poetry

Right Vs. Wrong

“And I know. I know how wrong you are
for me. So why do I want you so bad?”

These things you do to me, they drive me crazy. In the darkness, you make me want to explore every sinful thought you bring to mind even though I know once the sun peeks over the horizon, you’d be long gone. Hearing your voice makes me want your mouth against my ear, but I know you’d only say things that set me on fire. Seeing your body move makes me want to revel in the way you’d make mine come alive, but I know you’d only leave me wanting more. You’re like a drug I can’t quit. And I know. I know how wrong you are for me. So why do I want you so bad? I need some new rules to keep me grounded in sanity.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

How you set my mind on fire.