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If I could set the clocks back awhile To our last day together, I would I'd play out all the events up til The moment you died, and I'd cry I'd go back, to the day before, And ground myself so I couldn't leave the house Maybe them you'd still be alive, With no one to pester you about some **** movie But I didn't, and we went I can't even remember what the hell we went to watch I know it was good, we had a good time, Then we left You held the door open for me on our way out, I glared at you for being a man, as usual And I looked back out on the street And then I froze.. A man, in his car... staring. I saw him shove a mag in his gun and **** it back. The rest... it's all a blur. I can still hear the 5 shots he popped off Two hitting you in the chest, One in my neck, And the other two missed. What a lousy shot. People were yelling, I was screaming. You were on the ground and so was I. I didn't know if I could move but I tried anyways. You were trying to say something to me.. I couldn't understand you. I crawled to you and put your head in my lap. I could hear you struggle to breathe. Someone was screaming into a phone for an ambulance But I knew it wasn't for you. It was too late. The last thing I ever heard from you was, "Love you, boo bear." And then it was over.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
Lousy shot
If I could set the clocks back awhile To our last day together, I would I'd play out all the events up til The moment you died, and I'd cry I'd go back, to the day before, And ground myself so I couldn't leave the house Maybe them you'd still be alive, With no one to pester you about some **** movie But I didn't, and we went I can't even remember what the hell we went to watch I know it was good, we had a good time, Then we left You held the door open for me on our way out, I glared at you for being a man, as usual And I looked back out on the street And then I froze.. A man, in his car... staring. I saw him shove a mag in his gun and **** it back. The rest... it's all a blur. I can still hear the 5 shots he popped off Two hitting you in the chest, One in my neck, And the other two missed. What a lousy shot. People were yelling, I was screaming. You were on the ground and so was I. I didn't know if I could move but I tried anyways. You were trying to say something to me.. I couldn't understand you. I crawled to you and put your head in my lap. I could hear you struggle to breathe. Someone was screaming into a phone for an ambulance But I knew it wasn't for you. It was too late. The last thing I ever heard from you was, "Love you, boo bear." And then it was over.
Based on personal experiences. Love who you have in life and never take them for granted.
vikkimcdrummer
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
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