Poetry

Prey

You say you notice the pain in my eyes,
but what you fail to see is the cause.
You.

Time and time again, I watch you walk away like I mean nothing. I can see how you treat me, like you’re dangling candy in front of a child. And I fall for it, every time. Not seeing the predator behind your eyes. And when it’s all over, you say you notice the pain in my eyes, but what you fail to see is the cause. You.

© Sarah Doughty

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Poetry

Bottled Sun

“You were supposed to be mine. Until the day came
that I realized you were never mine to keep.”

You were my sun, shining brightly in the sky. A white-hot fury that burned only for me. I tried to bottle you up, so you could illuminate those lonely, dark nights. But no matter how hard I tried, you slipped through my fingers like sand. You were supposed to be mine. At least, that’s what I told myself, until the day came that I realized you were never mine to keep.

© Sarah Doughty

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

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

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

Poetry

Bleed Wild

“Sometimes you need to breathe wild.
Bleed love. Bleed pain. Bleed soul.”

With lungs to adapt to any environment, skin armored with an invisible chrysalis to defend the body, and eyes meant to see this world, nothing is out of reach. With every breath, let your fire burn. Let love seep through every pore and don’t be afraid to let it all out and receive it in return. Let your pain soak into the earth so the trees can cleanse it away. But most importantly, bleed your soul wherever you can, for it is the purest part of you. The piece that the world is blessed to witness. With a collective hush, let the world know you.

© Sarah Doughty

The words, “Breathe wild / breathe love,” were written by the lovely Wilder of @wilderpoetry, and they inspired this piece.

Poetry

Realities – Blood Into Ink

“Perhaps it was you and your high standards. Maybe it was me, always breaking my back to try to live up to them.”

Read the rest here.

© Sarah Doughty

Blood Into Ink has invited me to share my experiences with other survivors of trauma. I’m honored to be included among some formidable warriors in the  writing community.

Poetry

In Dreams

“It was only a dream, I know that now.”

It was only a dream, I know that now. Feeling the cool warmth of the moon as it shone down on my skin, naked against the crisp autumn air. Like a doll dancing to a jewelry-box melody, I danced under the midnight moon. I grieve because it was nothing more than a distant memory I long every night to repeat.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Effortless

“It’s here, in my element, that my mind goes
blissfully still, and the words flow. Effortlessly.”

I listen to the pops and crackles as the vinyl turns in its slow rotation. My ears, in tune with the melodies, my heart, following the beat. It’s here, in my element, that my mind goes blissfully still, and the words flow. Effortlessly.

© Sarah Doughty