When I think of moving on from you
I always forget that you're embedded in my skin,
something I can't take off and you're apart of me now.
They say "be comfortable in you own skin,"
but how can I sleep in my own skin when
you're poking at my body at 4 am, keeping me up,
all the way from your house,
where your skin is soft and warm
pressed up against
hers?