I'm going to eat those... words

when living-to-eat them
meant we were dying inside, to them,
as was our famous last ones

     -inside
whose true colors did show everyone
how we could climb very fast to reach them
every day I failed,
I became very hard to have found them;

I spent my last days, choking
just because my mind was shot
drinking-in all the picturesque views
or the abyss of your last cutting remarks;

and because I had nothing better to do
and buying more words
was just to buy you;

and the dictionary was your favorite book
   we were surrounding ourselves, with rebuttles
of your anchor's chair
pointing to the shocking tele-promter, telling us how to tell the news
   they viewed our faces upon the break up
and leaving the audience to decide how it happened;

so by just saying what's the point saying, ... to love
to be living another day with or without you
dying alone, without a word
is my every night.

and
nothing is ever funnier than
whatever words you chose
to be... just as or like your last girlfriend.