My wallet

My wallet with endless fucks to give

Feels heavy everyday now

I make transactions

A swipe here with a call

A swipe there with a gift 

Letters and flowers 

I’ve spent on all 

The wallet still feels heavy

My cards still bling

The fucks still grin at me

Walking from a street to another

Hoping to empty the wallet

I wonder why I don’t give up the wallet once and for all

Slide it under a park bench 

Leave like a thief

Walk into the empty walls

With empty hands 

Empty heart 

Enough space 

For me afterall