blood aksed

Where does one draws the line between love and hate?
Is it when one stumbles upon the heart and it gets broken?

When does love becomes hate?
Is it when you love too much and forget about yourself
while, he, too, loves too much and forgets about you?

Is it when you smile while your heart is bleeding
because he smiles and his heart is not for you?

When does hate becomes love?

Is it when anger is too much to bear
that the heart just can’t contain it
and it bursts and turns into something not worth losing?

Or is it when you nourish too much doubt in your heart
that it suddenly breaks and eventually turns into ash and then is reborn?

Is the cycle of love and hate worth crying over?
Or does it make you sick and let you disintegrate into nothingness?

~blackrose