Words. Words. Words.
Blown out of my mouth like bubbles
Floating about
Hollow things
Make them pop.
The best wordsmiths
Sometimes able to take useless words
And bend them into ideas.
Hollow words
Make them stop.
Friends who are so into these words
Take your marvel
Take your scrolls
Take your poetry
Take your words
And find a better hobby.
There’s nothing more hollow
than the words
“I’m sorry.”
(Of which… I’m not)