You never yeild the diaphanous
conceptual demarcation
between love & hate
Until you yourself draw the line
You finally apprehend the view
of obtaining a substantial
quantum of both emotions
to rupture your own spine
You reminisce on all the sweetness
your heart still hold
Then hatred swoop down bold
Leaving your once-warm core cold
Causing ill-natured sourness to unfold
Then you remember the love still
shacking within
And wonder what went wrong,
how, why & when
All you know
Is that you have been raped
of your flow
And you want these dreadful
atrocities to go
How can you harbor so much love
And host just as much hate?
It is fate?
A failure for your brain
to communicate?
Can one be destined to possess a
a vast portion of hate
while the love refuses
to dissipate?
Is it too late
to start over with
a clean slate?
And remove all the hate you feel
for your mate?
Maybe it's something you ate
Or evil is lurking at the gate
Leaving you out there as bate
At any rate
It's a thin line between
love & hate
Reason for writing:
It's late, I'm restless and watching sappy movies....
Birth sign: Cancer
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