A Hate Love Thing!

My pen wonders between the college ruled paper searching for descriptive words to poetically explain the flesh slashing feelings that bubble under the skin of harsh words.  They ooze from the knife cuts to the heart....the occasional skipped heart beat suggest congestive heart failure and the shards of happiness are picked up and placed in its respective places....ink spilled adjectives dry under the hot steam racing from the writers nostrils on to the college ruled paper....he still has hope that words that were once spoken with the intensity of the mighty 300 of Sparta now become lost on thorn riddled vines that once housed beautiful rose peddled view points that don't offer much of a view.