Words mean nothing to me.

Words, such silly things we use. We express ourselves through words, we say happy things, sad things, truthful things, sweet things, and the area I'm most experienced in hurtful things. Words used to be so great, the meanings were all so deep and to the point. They were used to express love, sadness, joy and could tell the most beautiful stories. But now words are shallow and don't serve much use, but people in my life sure have mastered the ability to use words to cause a lot of pain to those they love. Hard, cold, hurtful, rude words yelled at each other to find out who can twist beautiful words to hurt the other person the most in order to win. It's so easy for me to reject any loving words from people because I'm so used to words being used as knives to slowly etch their true meanings into my skin. The cut slowly and smoothly as I feel each letters true sting. But they scar over and somewhat heal, one day I'll try the soothing melodious words of love that I hear work wonders. All these words mean nothing to me. 

I am a lover of action. Try and catch me there.