When he tries to have his cake and eat it too,
I urge you to leave the table
Wholly unconcerned
With whether or not he will starve.
–Sarah Clinton
Tag: relationships
Dating Deal-Breakers: Ladies, Know When to Run
So I’ll be the first to say that I don’t necessarily have the best luck with men (if you’ve followed my writing for very long, you can attest to this). Some of that is because I—a coach through and through—tend to see people’s potential, forgive mistakes, and assume that everyone I meet is generally trying his or her best from their own current level of consciousness.
You Always Leave Like Rain
The rain lashed at my window
Like your words at my heart.
Cutting, biting,
Colder than I expected.Little did you know
This was preferable
To the Silent void left
As you faded day by day.
–Sarah Clinton
Lingering Shadows Unbidden
December 2, 2017
Dear God,
You’re going to make me crazy.
It’d be so much easier
To move on
If your shadow didn’t linger
In my bed
When the throes of ecstasy
Subside.
–Sarah Clinton
You Kiss Like Karma
December 6, 2017
You might be karma
For all the lips
I never kissed
As eyes streamed up above them.Love unrequited
Hurts so much more
From this vantage point.
–Sarah Clinton
The Power of Our Words
December 6, 2017
It is easy to forget
That words have such power
Until our own
Are used against us.
–Sarah Clinton
You Were But a Dream
December 6, 2017
I thought you were
But a dream.
Then, all too soon,
You were.
–Sarah Clinton
Prison
December 8, 2017
And after a while
You learn that even your refuge
May soon serve
As your prison.
–Sarah Clinton
Closure
Signed, sealed, delivered—following my brain instead of my heart this time. Looks like your part in my story is over, love.
December 13, 2017
D,
I never got the chance to read it to you, but there’s a Warsan Shire poem that beautifully captures how I felt about you when we were seeing each other. It’s probably neither here nor there for us now, but I suppose sometimes everyone needs to know that despite our faults, someone out there would happily continue to choose us every day.
My Parents’ Letters
My parents met in college in the early 1980s. Smitten, they were soon engaged and then married when my mother was 19 and my father was 22. For the last semester of his pastoral program, Dad had to do missionary work in France; my mother, however, remained in Nashville. This was of course before the internet, and long-distance calls certainly weren't cheap.