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molly sheeves Aug 2013
when you meet someone
who has all the
power in the world
to propel you to
the higher altitudes
you so desperately
wish to reach,
but
you
just won’t let them start
your
propellor.

molly sheeves
molly sheeves Aug 2013
you’re the streetsign at the corner of intrigue and desire,
right next to melancholy hill,
perimetered in barbed wire.

you’re the bloom breaking through the chainlinked fence
crossing the border,
finally tired of the intense.

you’re the solar light when the
sun don’t shine,
the lie in our eyes when we
say we’re fine

you blur the lines between should and want.
a privilege for me, for others you daunt.
so fruitful now
but then, so gaunt.
but enter here, your debutante.
i wrote this on ******* one night in like ten minutes. this **** just came to me like it never has before. i wrote it about the boy im seeing. and a side of him that ive only seen come out for me.
molly sheeves Feb 2014
hi.
hi.
how are you?
good, you?
are we really all this
******* good?

the world, i know it is truly vibrant, but
theres been this film that seems to obstruct my absorption of it.
matte. faded.
and supposedly administered for my own benefit.
that film,
you peel it off.
and i thank you
a little backstory: i was overprescribed large amounts of different antidepressants and benzodiazepines from fourteen to seventeen years old and have been living with serotonin syndrome ever since, which is basically a chemical imbalance that will forever keep me from achieving the same genuine happiness that anyone without this disorder can.

and what i wrote here reflects how, in a single person's presence, all of that can go away.
molly sheeves Feb 2014
i heard them say once that
we accept the love
we think we deserve.
and after careful consideration,
meticulous scrutiny,
i have decided to accept you
and whatever colours you wish
to show me.
i promise, this isn't meant to get a particular katy perry song stuck in your head.

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