August 19, 2008
By Zoe Benjamin, Newark, DE

My brain is a cavity full of I love yous
and distant memories.
I'll hold back these words, I won't let it spill...
that is till it's filled.

So many words rummage through your ears.
You hear each one of them, so clear.
The glass has spilled,
the memories said, instantly it fills up again.

My mind never settles, I am useless, I am broke.
I need you, you're my boat, on a sea of lost hope,
where dreams won't come true,
without you.

Don't stop feeding me these words,
because without them it hurts.
It numbs my thoughts, and stops time.
The words you speak, are an addictive drug.
I need you, more than you could believe.

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