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
Tag: Hope
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
Have you seen right through me again?
11/8
I wonder if you know
That I’m terrified
Of what you’ll do
To my heart
Once you’re done
Bewitching the rest of me.
-Sarah Clinton
Oblivious
11/6
Dear God,
Why do I love you so much?
When did this happen,
And how did it go on so long
Without my ever realizing?
-Sarah Clinton
It Works Every Time
10/22/18
Silence my fears
With your tongue
And banish my insecurities
With those sinfully deft fingertips
Which trace the language of
Your desire
Around my hips and
‘Cross the curve of my lower back
Again and again…
Just make love to me, darling.
That’s when all is right with the world.
-Sarah Clinton
Self-confidence Sunday #15: A Champion Is…
Gotta get it all written down, but soon I will add a lovely (long) post about yet another ridiculous mishap related to men who pretended to have my best interest in mind…but certainly did not. Sigh. I really, really hate being hit on (and this was way more complicated than just that). More on that later though!
Sprint-Crawling Along
What I do know is that it will never be a good thing to date someone who is less into me than I am into him, and who will not treasure me, cherish me, love me, respect me, and communicate with me consistently...and feel lucky to have the opportunity to do so.
The February Trifecta
We always talk about trouble coming in threes, and though this often seems to (randomly) match reality, I generally consider the phrase to be the equivalent of folklore. After the past week or so, however, I think I may need to reevaluate that stance.
One: Significant other broke up with me (on Valentine’s Day, though that was partly at my urging that we make a decision rather than let it hang over us any longer).
True Life: I Made My Recruiter Cry
“Not to jinx it, but…”
With as frequently as I have heard not to count my “eggs” before they hatch, one would think I would have learned by this age not to get too excited before I know that a prospect is a sure thing. In keeping with my naturally obnoxious optimistic nature though, I just can’t help but to bounce around excitedly way before I have a certifiable, set-in-stone reason. Maybe that isn’t wise, per se, but I think I’d rather let myself experience the sort of elation that truly makes me feel alive rather than carefully curate my feelings out of some fear of disappointment.