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pull me away
I can’t handle the world right now
like I’m supposed to, like I used to
I can’t pretend right now as well
as I’m used to

I’m breaking just a little bit
and everything shows through
I’m not really cool or chill
just heartbreakingly strewn
I’m reaching and falling
it’s tormentingly cruel

I’m making up words out of
pretending to be okay
this whole damn poem
is a fucking cliché
I’ve forgotten how to write it
I’ve forgotten what to say

there are too many specific memories
flashing through my brain
too chaotic to set anything straight
can I lay my head on your shoulder
pull me away