Empty Words

As a master with words,  
It is my expert opinion,    
You are an idiot with yours.    
   
Fumbling around,    
Thoughts  barely connect.    
Do you hear yourself when you speak?    
Nothing makes any sense.    
Do you believe these fables?    
   
Without truth, lifeless  
Barren words spoken by a heartless human being  
 
Words owe sincerity,    
driven by respectful motives,    
To express feelings, foster understanding, generate open communication.    
Yours aim to illicit reactions, stir emotions, exploit vulnerabilities.  
Weapons of control, to sway, persuade, and demand your desires and needs be met.    
   
Words require conviction.    
Say what you mean,    
mean what you say.    
Your words are constantly changing,    
a roller coaster of confusion and contradiction.    
   
Words carry responsibility,      
requiring implementation.    
Without actions,    
It’s merely manipulation.    
      
Authenticity obliges synchronicity of words and actions.    
Yours are never in alignment.    
Two parallels lines,    
never destined to meet.    
   
Lacking all of these,    
your words are rendered:    
Ineffective    
Worthless    
Petty    
Vain    
Void    
Cheap    
Futile    
     
Now, mark my words,    
there is no truth to the  delusions and lies you weave.    
   
Understand, there’s a fine line between love and hate.    
When it comes to you,    
 I dance across it    
More than I’d like to admit.    
   
But that dividing line widens,    
the more you open your mouth.    
Keep it up,  
With your empty words and meaningless apologies,  
A canyon is forming.    
   
Don’t expect me to bridge the gap.    
You’re building me a house on hate,    
back facing love,    
Boarded windows,    
Pad locks,    
Love unwelcome.    
But that isn’t me...    
   
Do yourself a favor,    
Just stop talking.    
Walk away,    
balls in tact.    
Accept defeat,      
Maintain a bit of dignity.    
   
As for your words?    
Well... they can plummet to the bottom of the abyss.. I have no use for them.    
Save your breath.    
Knowing you, you’re already feeding ‘em to the next ones.    
Think of it as one less mouth to feed