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
Tag: Life
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
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
Melodies
11/7/18
I’d heard it said
That a lover’s name
Should drip off the tongue
Like a sweet, honeyed melody.
Funny thing, that.
I’d never quite
Made out the song
Until I’d had you.
-Sarah Clinton
I Wonder
11/6/18
It’s weird not
Telling you
Goodnight tonight.
I wonder if
You’re scrolling
And swiping
(mostly left)
To take your mind
Off it too.
-Sarah Clinton
Weak
11/3/18
Jesus Christ, I can’t even
Look at you without my knees
Getting weak.
Even through a photograph,
Your eyes pierce me
To my very core.
-Sarah Clinton
Yours
10/27/18
You may not be mine
But I am Yours
And I don’t know how
Not to be.
-Sarah Clinton
You Should Know Better.
July 5, 2018
What a puzzle it is,
The rarity of strength
You claim to be forged by fire
Yet shrink from the smallest of sparks
It is weakness that
Demands submission and subordination,
Fear that you aren’t enough.
Lo and behold,
That’s one of few things you got right.
We both know I’d never choose you
Of my own volition.
Empathy
9/16/18
The thing about pain this deep
Is that most of your time is spent
Weaving a cocoon to envelope you,
Shield you from concerned eyes while
Your broken body is wracked with sobs.
Alone.
And the rest of it…
Oh, the rest you spend
Thrashing ‘round like a wounded animal,
Locked away,
Unaware of time and space
Or anything but agony.
That’s when you all but beg
The powers that be
To strike you down for your transgressions,
Whether they be borne from malice or
Simply loving too much.