a word with 'you'

trip over my fingers and the words do the talking,
speak of twisted truths and straight lies.
sentences are mere specks of soul clasped emotion,
where the heart meets the substance,
where the substance meets meaning
and where meaning meets the passion of the mind.
for words are the eyes of the soul
and the eyes are the window to the heart.
look deep, for words are skin deep.
just like beauty, words are meaningless,
meaningless without the appropriate mechanism to make them meaningful.
words, like the words which we are labelled from birth or the words we speak to express every moment of ecstasy we have ever encountered.
for 'i love you' and 'i hate you' mean nothing unless given their power to feed the soul, power to make the heart yearn, power to disturb the mind.
words mean nothing, words are all we have.
these words i write aren't mine, they are just everything you have ever unconsciously thought, uncovered and rearranged.
you are a word.
you are 'you'