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It's Tuesday

by

Melissa M. Ramlow

Passionless thoughts on love
Fill my brain, it's intoxicating.
Skinny, brainless girls take away
All the things I need and deserve.
I'm so much more than what
Everyone sees and reds about.
I'm a ball of string constricted,
And when I unroll the truth
Will be unveiled, and I'll emerge
This wide-eyed beauty he'll love.
Like whispers on my cheek his hand
Travels down and back up again.
He locks his fingers in mine, and
Holds back all of my feelings, like
A kiss too short to discover
What could be his dream come true.
It's confusing me and the rest
Of everyone else who means anything
To me, God cast on Hell of a spell.
The door shuts out the evil, but
Forgot it's already inside me.
Black flows over white what I can
Say silently because
I'm too weak to speak up and just say
It's Tuesday, and I'm still alive.

Nobody Knows

by

Melissa M. Ramlow

A smile so shallow it fades before it ever began
Bright eyes and rosy cheeks no longer hide my pain.
Silent screams of anguish are now too loud to silence.
Lies told so often they become song lyrics in my mind.
Self-pity became my sixth sense with guilt at it's side.
Chewed finger nails mirror my abandonded heart's frown.
Wrinkles of grief are too long to find a beginning.
Tear stains on my pillow too large to ever rinse away.
It's all coming out, it's just a matter of time.
So, love me today to keep my secret locked away.