10/22/18
It is wanting you like I do
That reveals my greatest weaknesses.
Underneath the strength
And determination
And tenacity
Is still that scared little girl
Who, despite her bravado, is
Convinced you’re going to leave
For no reason at all…
And she’ll be powerless to stop you.
Just like all the others.
12/20/2017
Oh, darling
You can’t fool me long.
No one senses your vibe better
Than a woman who knows
What it feels like
To be cherished by you.
-Sarah Clinton
10/15/18
Running toward you is like
Throwing my heart into the fire
To rid it of the frostbite from my last.
You always told me I’d get burned.
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.
All I ask of you
Is that you not sacrifice my heart
As a peace offering
To keep your own misery at bay.
-Sarah Clinton
“You can’t just treat women like they are disposable because you are hurting (due to your own actions making your last one leave). Don’t come to me for comfort–to talk and laugh and play video games together and make you feel like a human being–and then disappear. I never asked for anything, but don’t make promises you never intended to keep. Don’t marvel at the fact that I stroke your hair as if I care about you–I do: in fact, I care about people in general–and then treat me with disregard. My attention is valuable, my time is valuable, and so is my friendship. If there is one thing I can promise you, it is that I won’t give you the opportunity to heal your old wounds by gouging one out in me. By nature, you don’t deserve any part of me if you’re willing to treat others this way. I wish I’d learned that lesson long ago.”
5/27/18
Sometimes I remember that night.
Rain pouring down around us,
Your kisses hot and wet,
The taste of salt on your lips.
The hood of your brother’s car was
The perfect brace in a pinch.
God, if only you’d understood
How much I loved you then.
If only I’d known it wouldn’t matter.
-Sarah Clinton
12/20/17
It’s okay to drink
If wine is all that’s keeping you
From falling to your knees
At the feet of a man
Who is unworthy
Of kissing the ground you walk upon.
-Sarah Clinton
February 7, 2018
You are more vapor than gust, now.
The only remnant of your presence
Appears at nightfall
When the world is all but asleep
And the wind carries along a whispered memory
That, when day breaks,
Is shoved aside
Like those old dreams
Of you and I.
-Sarah Clinton
Part of the reason I was so broken when it was apparent that D. is not who I had believed was the realization that after all this time, I still had not learned to stop giving men the benefit of the doubt, to stop trusting their words even when their actions suddenly tell a very different story.
But maybe now, that lesson is finally hitting home.
