There's an ocean
Sloshing around
Inside my head
With each step
I feel the waves
Lap my skull
My mind is
Warped like
A heavy bucket
Brunette waves
Used as
A handle
His hands
Grab handfuls
Yanking my hair
Steers me clear
Of sweet
Relief
Takes me
And my ocean
Anywhere
Has me
Tag along
Just in case
If salty rivers
Ever succeed
In their escape
He let's them flow
Indifferent of
My waterways
For WY
Why is it so hard for me to hear your voice? Why do I let myself cry over you? Most of the time, I think I'm over you. I'm obviously not.
I'm great at crying in public.
No title. Unsure of what to title this as, anyway.