Smith & Wesson



I told you to call when things went wrong

Whenever you fell you would still belong


I asked you to see that I'm not so far

Just think about me and pick out a star


I'd be looking back and thinking of you

But I wish I knew our days were so few


You took all your pain & solved it yourself

A .44 magnum from the top of the shelf


you felt the 3 pounds & Blue of the steel

Loaded 6 rounds, needing one to be real


The clicking of clockwork inside your palm

The cold of the metal making you calm


The rubberized grips that form to your hands

The right hand twist of the grooves & the lands


The cylinder rotates & locks into place

The look of Serenity crossing your face


And the result of a single decision

Leads to a bullet that makes an incision


Severing connections that form our past

Destroying the dreams that we thought would last


It smashes the nerves controlling your heart

Systems shut down with every cell blown apart


It leaves a deep valley where Red runs free

Now you no longer have to be missing me


I told you that pain could teach us a lesson

But the teachers you chose were Smith & Wesson

  • Author: DyingDreams (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 22nd, 2017 00:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was written after my Boyfriend Committed suicide Justin, 12-24-1995 to 7-4-2017 Goodbye........There will never be another
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 19
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  • onepauly

    suicide is always a tragedy.
    and you had the courage to spell it out.

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