Firearm

Throw yourself to the masses

Availability is a habit.

It’s quite tragic

The heartbreak tale

Of every woman

She has been waiting years

To be proven wrong

Only to be left all alone.

Our mind misleads

Our mouth

Making a deal with

Out heart..

Which disassembles

Before it even starts..

How can we be free

While being displeased?

Covered in photographic

Words

Made to piece us back together.

Floating through life

Light as a feather …

You aim effortlessly

To never surrender

Instead you rather send her

Home guessing

If it’s even real?

Pushing through the actors

Diary

Of an angry woman

I’ve been summoned

I rummage through my

Closet.

Revealing my story

Hear me roar!

I’ve busted through

These chained doors!

All this fury created

The very majestic creature

You see

Standing in front of you..

Obscene.

Ask me again

What I mean..

Ruthless

And loveless,

I could be.

Tortured by those

Dreams.

No hand to grab

As I’m falling…

I squeeze my fist

Pounding it hard

Against the concrete

Admiring my knuckles as they bleed.

I feed off this make believe

Hang those guilty,

High from trees

Why settle for one

When you can have three?

There must be justice ..

For the in-between

Sit there and pretend to sing

These melodies of love..

My firearm says enough

The barrel speaking for itself.

I'll give you something you've never felt

Try me!

Come inside these barracks..

Where the disappointment

Lingers

You can meet my trigger finger

If you want,

Bring her

 Along

FOR THE presentation.

Two

Hearts without preservation-

-Desiree Chavez