Emily Boschulte

Rookie - 0 Points (April 7,1998 / Ft. Hood, Texas)

Now That You'Re Gone - Poem by Emily Boschulte

An empty space where
my heart should be
spaces between my fingers
where yours would fit
perfectly

Now put the gun to
my head
please pull the trigger
make me dead

It feels like it's all been
done before
so what makes you think
I can take some more?

An empty space where
my heart should be
spaces between my fingers
where yours would fit
perfectly..

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Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 29, 2014


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