You Are A Sandstorm

i close my hands
around your sand
because you are sand storm
and the sand is in my hands
in my eyes
and i tried to walk for the longest time;
blind.
but all i taste are tiny particles
like fragmented sentences
scraping against my tongue;
i'm done.
the sun burns my skin
and you give off light
but it's too bright
and i'm exhausted from
within.
i can't live in a sand storm
where i am warm,
but too warm.
i can't handle it;
i can't handle
i can't
i,
you,
me,
we can't.
we...
you,
no.
No,
not me.
No,
not.
no