it's hard to find peace within sleep
when the moths in my chest
are constantly awake and cutting my lungs
with the sharp edges of their wings

it's hard to focus on where i am going
when every single step i take
feels like another further away
from your warm embrace

it's impossible to go out and find someone new
when every time i kiss them i remember
the way you used to bite my bottom lip
and the way you used to tell me that

you loved me.