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
Month: December 2017
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.
Things I Wish I Could Tell You
I want to lay my head on your chest and just listen to you talk. It had been a long time since I’d been that intimate with anyone.
I miss hearing about your day. I miss the way your eyes would light up when you’d talk about something you’re really passionate about. I miss your eyes lighting up when you’d talk that way about me.
Productive Procrastination and My 2018 Goals
I have some fairly intricate (and stressful) health and finance-related decisions to make right now, so I'm doing the mature, responsible thing: procrastinating!
...by putting my 2018 goals on paper/WordPress, so it counts.
Who knows what all I will actually accomplish, but during conversations with the last guy I started seeing, I realized that one of my biggest flaws is that I am afraid to dream big anymore. Frequently because, unfortunately, I am afraid to fail (yes, cultivating more of a growth mindset is something I'm currently working on, too).
I plan to edit this post as I think of more, but here we go for now! In 2018 I aim to:
Darkness
I can't recall Ever embracing the darkness.
Not like now. I'd never before sought Nothingness Rather than forging ahead Even when it meant I ran through pain.
Empty Words
He will talk of Empathy, perseverance, and forever. He will call you Love and Sweetheart and Darling, Purport to thank his lucky stars that you exist.