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Feb 2016
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.
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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