You are the one that showed me
that words
(so beautifully written they bring me to tears)
are meaningless.

You make words meaningless.

You’re a balloon, filled with hot air.
You’re a writer searching for God in women with nice faces.

You fed me your words until I became full
and fat, then you left me

with all these words.

And I realized that they were empty
and I wasn’t left full

I was starving.

Because your words have no meat.
Your sentences have no flavor.
Your words are just meaningless.

You make words meaningless.