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Deana Luna Feb 2014
-forgetmenots-
he is a bouquet of forgetmenots and cigarette ash.
remember when there was no bed.
remember when i was so happy you were here on the floor with me.
forget me- he has.
always saying the worst before he goes. sticks stuck in my mind.
make a mess. you’re going to make a mess.
forget me- he does. but never lets me do the same.
remember- i do, forgetmenot.
but i will forget. the forgotten always forget.
mossy dead bones. green grows on even the most forgotten trees.

dreamy lover boys. remember when remember when.
remember when i said goodbye.
remember when you said take care.
remember when i hugged you too tight.
remember when i walked away.
Deana Luna Feb 2014
home- unless stated otherwise. in the passenger side. on the road. in the middle of the night.
my mind races from him to him.
have i crossed these lines before?
have we listened to this song already? have i already said that?
flashback to last week. last month. last year. to him to him to her to them to us.
too many have left scars. open gashes bleeding. finger/handprints on my neck.

love crimes have been committed. examine these blood-soaked rags. do you know where he has gone? do you know what he plans on doing next?

she had the galaxy in her hand. and let the stars slip through her open palm.
Deana Luna Feb 2014
thoughts constant. never far from my mind.
you. you are inside me.
trying to draw you out like a fish from water
but i’m drowning instead.

first. i am first. on top. top *****.
my dear, don’t you think this is unreal?
metal that melts at my touch.
i can think no further. think nothing of it.

drowning in the midst of a stare. you to me. connected and broke. there is a connection. ///broken. snip.


-i wish he were more persistent-
Deana Luna Feb 2014
undress and show me what smile lies inside
heart hurt me fly lighter
fly lower to the ground

baby, take me anywhere. i’m ready for whatever.

pretty planned out shhh i’ve got it all taken care of
but i want to keep driving
keep going
take me further

did we already take this road?

heavy heads and grabby hands lead to adventures far from maps charted.
let’s chart our own paths. categorize the nostalgia in new towns.
Deana Luna Jan 2014
never far from my mind
heavy red wine sits thick
.embedded.
you are
a quiet rolling thunder
deep
tire don’t tire
suggestive he has become. suggestions. passing fancies.
become. what we became.
sitting softly. curled in my hair.

the only thing you taught me is the only thing you know

****** sappy ****
holding ***** to hands that we hate the most
mouths that curse
wilder than blueberries
smushed smashed in ready fingertips
soaking up the damage -show me where it hurts-
slap black juice marks across risen skin

you just like ******* my ****

drooly desire jumps like hunger
feed me
tongue ready sticking out sticking
Deana Luna Jan 2014
these are the two truths i know:

good things are about to happen very soon - i can feel it in my bones -

i will soon be very utterly alone - i can feel it in my bones -
Deana Luna Jan 2014
i've got this lump in my throat filled with all the things i want to say
i've got fire at my heels begging me to run faster in the other direction
and in this direction
in every direction. i've got fire at my heels. snapping at my heels.
go go go
i've got strings attached to my limbs
the trees are pulling me along their paths
pulling me up and apart and sinking me down heavy with their roots
up//up//down

i've got potential, i promise.
but let's forget.

start (over)

back again i need to go
endlessly night and day

when the sun and moon are out at the same time
think about me most in those times
there are strings that pull me in both directions
they pull me apart
to you and away
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