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

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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

Poetry

Done For

“But there was something about you
that made me feel like I was home.
You were everything I ever wanted.”

Maybe it was the spring in your step.
Or the smell of your hair
whenever you passed me by.
But there was something
about you that made me
feel like I was home.
It was safe. It was contentment.
It was everything I ever wanted.
You and that beautiful
big heart of yours.

© Sarah Doughty

And when you called me
your Spanish rose, I was done for.

This was written for day six
of November Notes.
Spanish Rose (Original Stereo Mix)
by Van Morrison

Poetry

When I Die

“When I die, don’t hurt for me.
Know that I’m safe and sound.
That I’m always with you.”

When I die, don’t mourn for me. Know that I’m forever asleep, dreaming for the rest of eternity. When I die, don’t miss me. Because I’m always with you. In your hearts. In your memories. Know that I’m always right beside you. When I die, don’t hurt for me. Know that I’m safe and sound. That I’ll be there for all the big moments. Even the little ones too.

Just as long as you don’t forget me.

© Sarah Doughty

So, please, don’t ever forget me.

This was written for day
of November Notes.
Wolves by Down Like Silver

Poetry

Aglow

“It was like something
set my world aglow.
And that light was you.”

My life was moving a mile a minute. It felt like flying across an endless expanse of blue skies and white, puffy clouds. The kinds of clouds a child could point out shapes and faces, marveling in their beauty. Except, for me, it was night. There was no moon. No stars. But, at the same time, everything was lit up. Like something set the world aglow. That light was you. And even though it was night, it didn’t make it any less beautiful knowing I was alive and free as a bird.

That’s what it feels like when I’m with you.

© Sarah Doughty

That’s what it feels like
to be in your arms.

This was written for day four
of November Notes.
Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Poetry

Kerosene

“I didn’t know who I would be.
But I think I know now.
I was meant to survive.”

Sometimes I think my body was soaked in kerosene at such a young age. It was as if I never knew fire until one little spark set my skin ablaze. Maybe it was like a chrysalis. Protecting me, waiting for me to become. For the longest time, I didn’t know that would be. But I think I know now. I think I was meant to survive. I was meant to r e m e m b e r. I was meant to burn away and rise as someone new. Someone wiser. Someone broken, but fighting. Maybe I was meant to help others navigate through their own destruction. Maybe I was meant to save myself, too.

© Sarah Doughty

Maybe, it was meant
to help me find my path.

This was written for day three
of November Notes.
Embody Me
by Novo Amor

Poetry

All A Dream

“I’m still here. Trying.
And I think maybe
that former life of mine
was just a dream.”

It was a crisis of life, you see. Because what could be more impactful than that? One day, everything changed. It was like a storm rolled through and wiped everything away, leaving behind rubble and ruin. It’s been so long now, that even though we’ve attempted to rebuild what was lost, I’m still here. Trying. I think maybe I’ve even lost my ability to smile the way I used to. With abandon. Unguarded. Maybe. Just maybe. That former life of mine was just a dream.

© Sarah Doughty

Maybe it was all a dream.

This was written for day two
of November Notes.
Losing My Religion
by R.E.M.

Poetry

Destinies

“But darling, why else
would I exist,
except to love you?”

Is there room for me in your heart? I often wonder, through all the doubts and whispers, if your heart has a place for me. And I suppose, even at my worst moments, in the torrential downpours, the thicket and bramble, the weakest moments when all I have left to do is fall to the ground, I know what my heart wants. It’s always been you. And as long as I’m breathing, I’m going to force myself to move to my feet. To make that next step. To push forward. So that I can love you the way you deserve. Why else would I exist, except to love you?

© Sarah Doughty

If I’m lucky, you’ll love me too.

This was written for day one
of November Notes.
For This You Were Born
by UNSECRET Feat. Fleurie.