Pocket Full Of Bullets

Pocket Full Of Bullets

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

I had a dream

that I was loved

once;

it never occurred to me

to open my eyes.


But that's not so,

I just didn't want to.


I didn't want to see

the empty spaces

on the other

side of the bed.


It doesn't matter.


I can still smell the last

person I had there,

but I'm not sure 

if it was a woman

or a man.


And they never stay long

after it's over,

they never stay

for eggs or a beer.


They just leave

when they notice,

I have pistols tattooed on my hips.


And a pocket full of bullets.

© 2015 Abigale LeCavalier


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~~ ah... the beauty of self-deprecating poetry... ~~ sometimes... when i read something so earnest... i think that no other kind of poetry could be as powerful and as poignant... ~~ this piece made this reader want to indulge in brutal introspection... (yet again)...

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Abigale LeCavalier

9 Years Ago

Thank you again! :)
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~~ ah... the beauty of self-deprecating poetry... ~~ sometimes... when i read something so earnest... i think that no other kind of poetry could be as powerful and as poignant... ~~ this piece made this reader want to indulge in brutal introspection... (yet again)...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abigale LeCavalier

9 Years Ago

Thank you again! :)
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9 Years Ago

~~ you're welcome... :)
Few words, but they paint a powerful picture. Original, descriptive. Really liked this. Nice work

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abigale LeCavalier

9 Years Ago

Thank you!
Well that would certainly be intimidating to a man who might have thougt he had come up short the nigt before lol

Posted 9 Years Ago


A pocket full of bullets and a head full of butterflies. Bullets destroy, butterflies pollinate. One brings destruction, the other brings beauty, and situated in the middle is a dear and gifted poet. If our lives are verses added to the human script, how will your verse end?

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Abigale LeCavalier

9 Years Ago

Your reviews are becoming something I look forward too. Thank you!
Misery

9 Years Ago

Much welcome, dear poet.
Good afternoon,
Loved the piece. It has a strong sentiment behind it all. Knowing far to well the silent torments of being lonely, poems such as these speak to us all. The ending was executed like a silent trap. You don't see it coming even though you know it is. It just hits you, and gives a deep summary to the picture you're painting.

I do hope to read more of your work. Have a great day Ms. LeCavalier. :)

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Abigale LeCavalier

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
Andrew Rayne

9 Years Ago

Of course :)

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