Love and Hate,
Two distinct emotions.
Yet their differences,
A fine line apart.
It\'s unnerving how I can hate him,
for the way he makes me feel,
spawning myself to bleed.
And how I hate myself,
for searching him in every crowd
and noticing his every sound.
In the end, what I hate the most is,
How I don\'t hate him,
Not at all,
Not even at all.