I sleep with myself
Only the blankets near me
The night is lonely
No one loves anymore
Everyone is filled with lust
Romance is hook-ups
Flings and lap dances
These are the ways of the world
Ass and tits are “love”
Empathy is lost
Romance is a dead language
So I am alone
Yuck. Next time I do a haiku, remind me to do it differently. I am now infnitely more appreciative of the form.
