So many words
wasted
on Hello,
Goodbye,
I love you,
I hate you.

These phrases carry no weight.

Show,

don't tell.

I want to feel your embrace,
miss your smell,
**** like there's no tomorrow,
I want to feel like I'm nothing.

Like I never will be.

That's life.

That's poetry.

Save your breath,
don't waste
words.

******* Show Me.

Show me where you disappeared to.
Take me to where the sun seamlessly coats the mountains like the stroke of a paint brush on a canvas surface.

It's like a play
A show
A film
A performance
That there is on
The scenes
And behind
The scenes
Yet on is my front
And how I seem to be
While behind
Is what I really feel