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Molly Dot Aug 2013
She's like spring
Rosy cheeks and tshirts and jeans
Delicate feet patter along the grass with happiness
the morning dew barricading intruders.
She loves like the sun; shy in the morning
bright in the afternoon
peaceful in the evening.

She's like summer
Tanned face and strappy tops and short shorts
showing off a supposedly perfect body.
A smile on her face that's impossible to wipe off
Her feet slip into her high heels
whilst the heavy bass blasts through the speakers.
She loves like a child loves their teddy bear
soon to throw it away.

She's like autumn
Dimpled cheeks and thick leggings and Converse
wandering through the fields, her dog at her heel
as acoustic music plays in her ears, and
fills her with contentedness.
She loves like he's the only one
he loves her like she's one of many.

She's like winter
Paler face and dense jumpers and fluffy socks
sits inside a room of comfort
and laughs at her favourite tv show
like she's never been lonely.
Snow floats down outside her window
she watches as it touches the ground,
her fingers wrapped around a warm mug of hot chocolate
and smiles to herself in the darkness.
She sighs at the appearance in the mirror
her wide hips should be for affectionate hands to rest upon
but there's just the debilitating scars that others left on her.
She loves like Pluto
too far away for anyone to reach
her mind is troubled by the blankness
and stuck in an eternity of cold space.
Molly Dot Aug 2013
run
Run the shower
I need to wash off the memories

your touch still imbibed in my skin
from your embrace
your gentle caress
your beautiful scent

I'm so in love with you
but you're the forbidden fruit
that I cannot possess

I wish you could guide me in the darkness
to the light at the end
but I will stay inside this cave

I wish you could stop running marathons
in my head
and come back beside me instead

whilst I've been planting trees
you set alight to my forest

you've been travelling my world
whilst I've been locked away

run the shower
because I need to wash away your ghost
Molly Dot Jul 2013
Here's to the people
who don't tease the girl
whose forehead is slightly bigger
whose teeth rest silently on her lip
preventing anything from being said
in her defense
as she buries her slightly upturned nose into her favourite book
seemingly to get away from the reality
of the insensitivity of some

Here's to the people
who wonder what others thoughts are
when there are spaces that grow between their sentences
when they can't express what they want to say
because their thoughts are far too complex
for the narrow mind to understand

Here's to the people
who see through the ambiguity
and the perceived eccentricity
and create art with their minds
Molly Dot Jul 2013
Don't tell me
that I'm beautiful
because beautiful people
don't sit in their rooms every night
wondering if anyone cares about them

Don't tell me
that I have pretty eyes
because all I use them for is crying
the bloodshot red overcomes the blue-grey
and shows the weakness

Don't tell me
that I'm not fat
because when I look in the mirror
all I see is my flabby body
and the abhorrent imperfections

Don't tell me
that my scarred skin is fine
because all I see are flaws in my growth
and stretch marks are the reason
for my tiresome adolescence

Don't tell me
that people love me
because loved people don't stand in the corner at parties
wanting it to all be over
because they aren't good enough

Don't tell me
that I am lovely
because lovely people
don't push the ones that mean the most to them
onto a boat, out to sea
Molly Dot Jul 2013
All this poetry I write
is here for a reason.

I am feeling rather nostalgic tonight
my room is clammy and hot
whilst on the inside, I'm in a freezer
unable to move from the isolation

I am currently listening to a song
it is singing me to sleep
and singing all my consciences
without me having to think too much
philosophising everything

I'm tired of being here
alone all the time, and
I can't carry on being second best
even third, fourth and so on
like a never ending cycle

the term 'wallflower' is so perfectly beautified
and evokes imagery of aesthetically-pleasing nature
but I find this so hard to believe
as I feel like a wallflower
but certainly the opposite of beautiful
more like the uninviting sight of a prickly ****
needing to be dug up
because nobody likes its presence

irrelevance is probably the only term I can use to describe
just how things are
no one wants the companionship of someone
who perceives others' opinions as negative
all the time
and their own thoughts are just as diabolic

the thought of myself
ever being denoted as beautiful
is at the height of impossibility
Molly Dot Jul 2013
I love so many things about you
and it opens up my world
to seeing things from your perspective
and others too

the way you smile when reading your favourite book
the creases around your eyes
and the slight misalignment of your teeth
radiate your happiness

this happiness in someone is seldom
and it shows just how
the little things can affect someone's vivacity
so greatly
Molly Dot Jul 2013
I feel very confused
and very alone
but what can I do
apart from stay at home
and nit pick my problems
into something far more monstrous
when really, they're not
and it makes me self conscious
in all respects
physically and emotionally
and it arises a desire to neglect
all the important things around me
and just stay in my room
the four walls staring at me blankly
my duvet wrapped around me as a cocoon
a bubble, preventing positivity
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