Yes

There is nothing more to me. I searched. Turning upside down, I shook myself hoping a few stubborn coins stuck at the bottom would fall out- shiny, jingling.
But I'm stale. Like moldy bread. Like yesterday's news.
He sets my heart aflutter. And then the butterflies hound me and tear at my skin.
"Is that all you've got?" she asks me, or implies not so subtly. The world follows me around with the question. It sticks to me in DTC buses along with the dirt and the grime. I try to shut my eyes, but the world in my head is a lot more terrifying. "Is that all you've got?" it screams.
I panic. Look inside my pockets. And my heart.
Empty