11/13/18
Baby when you go
silent…
I have no idea if we’re
here nor there,
Up nor down,
Or whether you’re moving
All those different directions
With her instead
-Sarah Clinton
Not Even Close
11/14/18
When I think of you,
What I miss most
Is laughing in bed,
Sitting atop your waist,
Hands on your chest,
Hair falling in a curtain
And tickling your face.
We giggled our lives away
As if we still had an eternity
Together.
-Sarah Clinton
Sometimes
11/9
Sometimes I wonder
With what substance
You have drugged me,
Beguiled my senses
and
Overruled my logic.
Is it that crooked smile
I love so much
or
Perhaps the way you
Look at me when
It’s clear that you
Love me too.
-Sarah Clinton
Self-Harm
11/6/18
Why do I still fucking
Fantasize about you
When I know
You’re about to tear me apart?
Maybe I’m a masochist.
But maybe I should have
Made that connection when
You clasped a hand
‘Round my throat
On our first date,
Before you even kissed me,
And my knees were
Weaker than I ever cared admit,
Even to you.
Caution: Shattering in Progress
11/9
Tell me, love
Just so I know
How many pieces
Do you plan
To shatter
My heart into?
-Sarah Clinton
Reading Between The Lines
11/12
Every time you woke up
And murmured, “I missed you,”
I knew that was code for
An “I love you”
That you feared would
Tear your heart in two
If you allowed the words
To escape those beautiful lips
That enthrall me
Every time you speak.
-Sarah Clinton
Your Lover, Not Your Savior
11/11
Oh, love,
Don’t get this confused.
I’ve never sought
To rescue you.
All I ask
Is that you permit me
To be by your side
As you save yourself.
-Sarah Clinton
Sorcery
11/7
It is wild how you
Carved a place for yourself
in my heart
Just as readily as you
Coaxed your way
Between my thighs.
What spell is it
That you have me under, boy?
-Sarah Clinton
I’d Have You Anywhere
11/7/18
I’ve always been
So focused
And yet here I am,
Fantasizing the work day away
Imagining your lips at my throat,
Your hands in my hair
Your hips pressed against me,
Making it clear that
You need me
Just as badly
As I need you.
-Sarah Clinton
Hurt Me to Save Me
11/9
I wonder why it is
That I’m drawn to you so
Despite your warnings and
Your pleading and your pain.
I’m not afraid
Of your darkness,
I say.
Your pain does not
Frighten me.
That may be so,
You countered.
But I am afraid
Of how I may hurt you
Simply because
I am living in a Hell
To which I don’t want
You to plummet
Alongside me.