I can’t get the sand out of my shoes It’s been weeks And I’ve been hitting them And shaking them And knocking them around But still I can feel the grit with every step So I still can’t get the beach Or you Off my skin
With you, there was no warning I went from drifting languidly along in the sunshine To being tossed against the rocks in a sudden hailstorm Shocked and battered and lost Disoriented in the downpour When I’d had the promise of clear skies
I’m not sure I’ll trust the weatherman again He’s got your eyes and voice and disarming smile
I’ve been trying to get the salt out of my ponytail I’ve been trying to get the feel of rock out of my hands I’ve been trying to get this ****** sand Out of my shoes But it’s so sticky Everything Is so sticky And here I am in the biggest mess With hair and skin and mouth So full of you That I don’t know how to escape My tongue is still recoiling From the half-truths you spilled Tinged with sweat and cinnamon And slime And here I am still choking on them Retching Just to get rid of the taste Gnawing at my lips Just to break the skin that knows you Scrubbing myself raw Just to keep you from clinging
My ears are buzzing with your nonsense And I am running from the noise Bolting with everything that I have As sand grinds against my feet And I will be ****** and breathless before I stop Because I need the distraction As much as the distance I can’t keep reliving your kisses With every stubborn grain I can’t keep wondering if you’re lying Every time I turn my back I can’t keep playing this game Because we’ve all already lost So I will not apologize for taking the high road out of here And leaving you to sulk with your I-didn’t-mean-to’s And your too-little-too-late revelations There were a lot of ways this could have ended But I never once imagined you would have brought storms to my doorstep I never expected to be trying determinedly to peel my skin off And I never thought I’d be sitting here wishing to forget your name