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Deana Luna Feb 2013
What's your name?*

What a stupid question to ask.
My name isn't important. What can you do with your hands?
Deana Luna Feb 2013
Rip my heart out and set it on your dinner table.
Salt it to balance out the sweet.
Go ahead and cut it open--
it's ready to eat.
Deana Luna Jan 2013
To prove to you that I loved you
I let you mark me with your teeth.

To prove to you that I loved you
I filled a page of my journal with your name.

To prove to you that I loved you
I wrote you a song and compared you to a drug.

To prove to you that I loved you
I sang you that song over the phone.

To prove to you that I loved you
I talked to you until the sun came up and my eyes were heavy.

To prove to you that I loved you
I put your hand to my chest and let you hear the heartbeat you created.

To prove to you that I loved you
I said yes more times than I said no.

To prove to you that I loved you
I told you my darkest secrets.

To prove to you that I loved you
I stayed when you tried to push me away.

To prove to you that I loved you
I told my mother that I loved you too.

To prove to you that I loved you
I wrote you more poems than I had paper.

To prove to you that I loved you
I kept those words sacred, only saying them when I thought you needed to be reminded.

*But how do I prove to you that I still do?
And will you believe me?
Deana Luna Jan 2013
You are so strong. You are so brave.
Yet you put on masks instead of your face.

You lie beneath them. You dissapear.
Thinking that you’re in the clear.

Seafoam lion, I see your soul.
You try to hide it-- it’s what you were told.

Your walk is not yet comfortable--
Your strides a little frail.
That roar is still hiding
Beneath your fear to fail.

My little cub, let me protect you.
I’m not much, but I’ll give you my all.
My king of the jungle, I feel your struggle,
And I will catch you if you fall.
Deana Luna Jan 2013
I don’t mind.
(but I do)

I haven’t thought about it since I heard it escape your lips.
(It’s been on replay)

Not at all.
(every minute)

It doesn’t bother me.
(can’t forget it)

I’m fine.
Deana Luna Jan 2013
Okay
Tell me I'm cute
Tell me I'm adorable
aww, what cute bows you have in your hair!
You like having your dominance in public.
That's fine.
But let's see who's cute and adorable when I haul you over my lap and spank your ***.
Still cute?
Yeah
I didn't think so, little boi.
I like **** bois at my feet. What can I say?
Deana Luna Jan 2013
Need to keep reminding myself of my worth. Have to stay strong. Keep a smile on my face. I can do this. Deep breath. I can do this. I know I can. Just one breath after another. Slow that heartbeat down. Keep that pulse regular.
Breathe.
It won’t get worse from here. Only better. Keep breathing. Think of happy things. New haircut! New tattoo! Sunshine. Warmth. Soft sand. The summer. Cool breeze. Pale skin contrasting everyone else’s tans. Happiness. Love. Balance.
Breathe.
It’s okay. I’ll be okay. Just keep writing. Calm down. Things magnify in my head. Deep breath. Hold it. Let it go. Let it all go. I’m okay. I’ll be okay. Everything’s okay. It’s all in my head.
*Breathe. Breathe and everything will be alright.
Mix all this with self-understanding and self-love.
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