The sound of sleeping alone

Sits next to the feeling of cold salt water

at the ball taking place in 

The hippocampus 

I cry too much now a days

He heated me up too hot

Everywhere I go

And everything I say

Has the temperature of a fever

That continues to rise

I wanted a piece of you to stay

Where I kept her teeth

In formaldehyde and sparkly pink glittered glue 

So I am sleeping alone

And the water is healing my wounds

All the bite marks and tears

My skin is reduced to an original form

The ball feels like it isn’t going to end anymore 

Just the conversation 

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