Poetry

Light And Pure

“Why would a person
so light and pure
love something like me?”

You see, I never could reconcile how you could love me the way you do. It wasn’t just how I compared us — you were diamonds while I was nothing but dirt and rust. Why would a person so light, so pure, with such a beautiful spirit love something like me? After everything I’d been through? After the resulting person? But you did, and you do.

© Sarah Doughty

And for that,
I will always be grateful.

This was written for day sixteen
of November Notes.
Diamonds And Rust
by Joan Baez

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Poetry

The Way You Do

“Loving you started like a fever.
It was an infection that filled me,
piece by piece.”

Loving you started like a fever. It was an infection that traveled across my body and filled me, piece by piece. But it wasn’t a kind of sickness that worried me. I didn’t know how, but I knew I’d be okay falling in love with you. And maybe, it was because I could see it in your eyes too. You loved me back. Just as intensely as I could fathom. I didn’t understand why at the time — because I was nothing but wastelands — a survivor. Yet you proved to me that I was no wasteland. I was something to be cherished.

© Sarah Doughty

So thank you for loving me
the way you do.

This was written for day fifteen
of November Notes.
Wastelands
by Amber Run

Poetry

Hereditary

“It was when he walked up to me.
That was when I knew.
He was the one for me.”

Maybe it was chance. Or maybe it was hereditary. But there was something about the way he moved that caught my eye. How could such a creature be so breathtaking? No matter how much I fought it, my eyes kept driving towards him. It was as if he was a magnet. But that wasn’t what surprised me the most about that night. It was when he walked right up to me and took my breath away. That was when I knew. He was the one for me.

© Sarah Doughty

I fell. Just like that.

This was written for day fourteen
of November Notes.
Sensitive Kind
By John Mayall

Poetry

Selfless

“It was blinding,
your beauty. Your light.
And loving you was selfless.”

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let myself fall in love again. Because loving someone only ever brought pain. But there you were. One day, you were there. And it was like I’d never seen beauty until that moment. It was blinding, your beauty. Your light. And I was the luckiest person in the world to finally know the true meaning of love. You see, it’s selfless. The ultimate gift, relinquishing your heart to another.

© Sarah Doughty

Loving you was selfless
and it always will be.

This was written for day thirteen
of November Notes.
Blinded
by Emmit Fenn

Poetry

Drought

“I didn’t know which felt worse
— the drought —
or the nothingness
you left in your wake.”

There was a drought all around me — and within me. Not even a tear could be shed. That’s how it felt when you left me behind. There were no more nights of dancing in the summer rain. Not even a taste of you to quench my thirst. Just an enormous expanse of nothing. And I didn’t know which felt worse — the drought — or the nothingness you left in your wake.

© Sarah Doughty

All I need is a little
escape from this pain.

This was written for day twelve
of November Notes.
No Rain
by Blind Melon

Poetry

Lover’s Walk

“I want you to know that
I’m right there next to you.
Because lovers always
walk together.”

I can feel you. As if you’re right next to me. Even though you are miles away. And I suppose that’s what I’ll always feel. Because your whispers catch in the wind. And it’s like the creaks in the trees and the rustling of leaves is nothing more than you telling me about your day. It’s about your thoughts. What you’re feeling. And darling, I feel your pain and sadness right now. Just like it’s my own. I want you to know that no matter where you are — wherever your feet hit the ground, I’m right there next to you. Because lovers always walk together.

So, tell me darling,
do you feel me too?

This was written for day eleven
of November Notes.
Catch The Wind
by High Highs

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

My Fix

“And darling,
you’re like a drug,
and it’s been so long
since I’ve had my fix.”

Those nights,
underneath
the white satin,
still leave shivers
traveling down
my spine.
They leave me
craving.
Wanting
another taste.
And darling,
it’s like a drug
and it’s been
so long since
I’ve had my fix.
So please,
let’s forget
everything
else tonight
and get lost
underneath
those sheets.

© Sarah Doughty

Won’t you join me?

This was written for day ten
of November Notes.
Nights In White Satin (Single Version)
by The Moody Blues

Poetry

Blindside

“Is it too much to ask for a little
courage to know, without a doubt,
that everything is okay?
That is the courage I need.”

This was the moment that would make me. Or it would break me. I wasn’t sure, but it felt like I was doomed from the start. Even now, years later, I’m still waiting for that shoe to drop. For this world to come crumbling down and leave me broken on my knees in surrender. So I look up at all those shimmering lights in the night sky and beg for a little solace. For the briefest of moments when all feels right in the world. Is it too much to ask for a little courage to know, without a doubt, that everything is okay? That there’s no demons of mine waiting to blindside me? That is the courage I need.

© Sarah Doughty

And maybe, if I’m lucky,
that courage will last.

This was written for day nine
of November Notes.
Lend Me The Courage Of Stars
by Lights & Motion

Poetry

Silver Lining

“Your heart drew me in
like a moth to flame.
And darling, I’m never looking back.”

Your heart drew me in like a moth to flame. It was your warmth. Your generosity. Your inherent belief that there’s always a silver lining. You see, it’s that optimism of yours that made me realize that I have the choice to see the world through your eyes. To see the beauty beneath the ruin. The hope in the darkness. And darling, I’m never looking back.

And that gift is priceless.

© Sarah Doughty

Thank you for having
a heart worth more than gold.

This was written for day eight
of November Notes.
Heart Of Gold
by Neil Young

Poetry

Waging Wars

“Darling, you aren’t
irreparable and broken.
You’re the light in my life
and I need you.”

Darling, whenever you need the reminder, know you are going to win this fight. Because you aren’t the only one waging a war inside. You see, it’s the way you rise. The way you let go. Because nothing can hold you down. And, even though you don’t need it, I’ll help you stand every time you stumble and fall. Just like you do for me. Because you aren’t too much. You aren’t irreparable and broken. You’re the light in my life and I need you to stay with me.

Maybe that makes me selfish. But that’s okay, as long as I have you.

© Sarah Doughty

Everything is okay
as long as I have you.

This was written for day seven
of November Notes.
Wildfire by SYML