I was 2 waves close to you, ready to wash me off.

On the beach, curtain of waves and gradient skies.

You effortlessly stepped on me like nothing, creating a print of your ballerina feet, it reminds me of how you hurt me effortlessly and create wounds and bruises so that she could remember what you did to me.

You'd sculpt me like an origami folded into pieces, perhaps i'm not the hourglass body that you expected, but I am particles of sand that'll make her feel the same way you did to me.