They say Love and Hate are almost the same
Separated only by a thin line
That one cannot exist without the other
But in practice my friend, I’ve seen different
Hate is, what Love was supposed to be.
Hate is blind and without cause
Hate unites people like no other
Hate breeds hate and spans across all
Hate can exist alone, without Love
Love is conditional, is fickle, toxic, fragile and twisted
Sweet and rosy in nostalgic montages
Love’s not blind to faults, yours and mine
Love is heavy with consequences and responsibility
A strict creditor that demands accountability
Never tell me they are the same
They are first cousins at best, not even siblings.