I’m so exhausted, you have no idea—
consciousness hangs like a heavy shawl,
trawling does nothing for me really—
is disappointment now sweeter with time?
Words read aloud with vacant drawls
now becomes the norm, alone, so bored,
burdened by my twenties, gotta make it out;
it’s all so fleeting, it was easier being in love,
It’s all so fleeting, it was easier falling in love.