Since the year 2000
My weekends have been less fun

I have had no one
To talk to
Deep into
The night
And into
The morning

I’ve written so many poems now
That I’m not sure if I can express
Anything except the same old thing
(Love, hatemptiness…)
So I better uhh…
I better just shutup
But I don’t get the better because I don’t give a fuck
I feel like such a asshole when I write
With my left hand
Yet when I type my left hand flys…
So I don’t understand
Why I’m still u_nrolling
in this
overly digital world
I guess I’ll just forget you it and
Remember how to hurl