Poetry

Afloat

“Never stop telling me how much you love me.
It is the only thing keeping me afloat.”

Your words carry me away on the wind and I find myself breathless. I want so badly to believe in them. Not for your sake, but for mine. Because all I’ve ever known is disappointments, broken trust, and lies. All I’ve ever known is how to feel small and broken. And this weightlessness that I’m feeling when I’m with you leaves me confused. I don’t know if I’ll keep on flying, or if those words will turn to stones and drag me back down to the ground. Right back to where I was.

Back to where I’ve always been.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

So darling, don’t ever stop
telling me how much you love me.
It is the only thing keeping me afloat.

Have a great night everyone.
Here’s to 2019!

Poetry

Trust The Magic

“The magic is there and it is
everything you ever need.
You just have to trust it.”

The magic is there and it is everything you ever need. You just have to trust it. Follow the instincts you feel. Even if it’s nothing more than a tiny inkling at the pit of your stomach, feel it. Because, odds are, whatever you’re feeling is right. Don’t let fear stand in your way. Don’t let anything stand in the way of the direction you need to take with your life.

You live it once, so live it like you will die tomorrow.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Because you just might.

Poetry

Hope Dripping

“The hope dripping from your lips
never tasted sweeter. And I never
wanted to stop kissing them.”

And I felt it, the excitement, in your fingertips. The wonder sparkling in your eyes. I felt the future you craved oozing from your heart and pumping through your veins. And that hope. The hope dripping from your lips never tasted sweeter. You see, I knew what you wanted from me. The taste of all that you wanted overpowered my senses and it felt like flying. But I knew. Eventually I’d come crashing down. Eventually, I’d see the excitement fizzle out. I’d see the sparkling dim. I’d hear the strong beat of your heart lose its focus. And eventually, the hope I tasted would mirror my own sadness.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

How could I let that happen
to someone like you?
Does that make me a monster
for trying to hold on
to that feeling
for as long as I could?

Poetry

Who Am I

“But, my love, I don’t know
who I’d be without you.”

I don’t know who I’d be without you. I don’t know if I could have mustered up the strength to continue down the rabbit hole I had no choice but to enter. The deeper I went, the more I wanted to claw my way back up. Away from the onslaught of emotions — the memories. The haunting phrases that seem like they’ve been burned into my mind. And no matter how loud my heart echoes across my body, they will never be as powerful. They will never fully drown out the one voice I wish to never hear again.

And that just breaks my heart. Knowing that no matter what happens, that rabbit hole irrevocably changed me into this broken existence. You are the only thing keeping me on stable ground.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I know I don’t deserve it.
But neither do you.

Poetry

A Heart For A Home

“You made a home in my heart
before I even knew you were there.”

You picked the lock into my heart and I didn’t even know you were there until you were already inside. I wasn’t sure what to think of that. Surely I didn’t open the door. At least, not intentionally. But could I really call you an intruder? Did I really want you to pick up all the things I’d already admitted I adored about you? Did I really want you to take every piece of you and walk out that door as if you’d never entered?

I’d much rather spend whatever time we have together than send you on your way and feel the hole in my chest you’d be leaving behind.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

So, please tell me you’ll stay.

Poetry

Fears And Regrets

“The fear of trying will never measure up
to the feeling of regret if you don’t.”

Darling, trust me when I say that the fear of trying will never measure up to the feeling of regret if you don’t. I know I would rather know the truth, good or bad, than to spend my life wondering what ifs and what could have beens. Those are the ones that will haunt you at night. Those are the ones that will never let up, even as the years pass by.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

So what’s the worst that could happen?

Poetry

With You Gone

“You were made up of love
and my heart will never be the same
now that you’re gone.”

You were made up of love and you will always have a place in my heart. You were made up of hope and you will always have a place in my mind. You were made up of joy, excitement, and laughter. So when tears are streaming down my face, know that they are there to remind me how much you meant to me. How much I miss you, now that you’re gone.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

My heart will never
be the same with you gone.

Poetry

Save A Dance For Me

“And sometimes, when all is silent
and I am alone, I feel you the most.”

You see, I’ve always been connected to you. And sometimes, late at night, when all is silent and I am alone, I feel you the most. I hear you in the wind, rustling through the trees. I see you behind flickering flames. In the mist across the morning plain. And when I feel the rain, I think it’s you.

So, please, save a dance for me. Save a kiss for me, too.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Won’t you save a perfect moment for me?

Poetry

Pieces Of Hope

“Please, darling. Take all of me.
Even my broken parts.”

Please, darling. Take all of me. Even my broken parts. I’m tired of carrying all this weight. I’m tired of being the one on the floor with shattered pieces of hope strewn around me like trash. I’m tired of feeling this low. I’m tired. And I don’t know if I’ll ever have the strength to stand on my own ever again. But most importantly, I’m tired of using you as a crutch.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I’m just so damned tired.

Poetry

Stars And Hearts

“Can’t you see that I’m standing
beside you with my heart in my hands?”

Can you see how even the trees lift their branches just a little higher, as if to catch a fallen star at the sound of your voice? Can you see how the wind only intensifies the tingles running up my spine when I see you smile and blush at the same time? How can you not see the adoration of the sun, when it shines across your face and illuminates the depths in your eyes? Or how drops of water from the rain trace the curves of your skin leaving behind trails of hope in their wake? I see it. And I wish you could see me. I wish you could see that I am more than the world around us and I’m holding my heart out for you.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

My heart is so much more
than a fallen star.