You slip through my hands like grains of sand,
make your way back to your home.
Forever lost and now you’re a ghost,
in my memory I feel your hands.
Touching your skin is like roses within,
carefully dislodge your thorns.
I love you the best when you’re only half dressed
and your liquid eyes burn my skin.
Piercing your heart with poison arrows,
this is the part we go back to the start.
Nothing goes on and I feel so alone,
sitting here waiting for you.
But you are so lost and you don’t know the cost,
of the damage that you’ve done to me.
- Melissa Vowell