When he first broke my heart

" They can have you " she whispered , inaudible over the wind whipping against her face , carried in on the hurricane tide. 

With all her breath she blew the sand from the palm of her hand , into the raging sea, watching it scatter , invisibly . 

Pressing her nails deep into the center of her tiny palms , redirecting the pain. 

The tide would wash away the words she had written in the sand , and her footprints would become a desolate  wind blown surface .. 

-Poetic Angel