Even though I barely remember,
I know,
I sobbed bare naked in your arms for the second time
If it weren’t for my abrasive childish mannerism
Maybe social grace could have saved this
The social façade
It keeps me floating still
It drowns the memories of what I hate
I hate that you’ve slept in this bed with me
And that you drove me home
I hate that you kiss my back in the morning when you leave
And then you leave me alone
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