The Scarlett Locket

My eyes are happy 

when my heart is starving 

to fit into blue jeans.

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I remember the days 

my stomach caved 

in.

I could handle the ache 

in honor of the golden number 

on the measuring tape. 

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They call you pretty 

but you just don’t feel it. 

You have no idea how to 

interrupt the signals in your brain,

so you hope the makeup 

will mask the pain 

and it does-

Well, just enough

to convince yourself 

this is the only time 

you deserve love.