The Line

This line of thread is vulnerable It snags with one remark No common ground between the two All there is is light and dark This line is there to mark the end Where love turns into hate A line so thin its hard to see Before it is too late This line is one I daren't cross Yet I flirt between the two Keep pushing every bound To see when I'll hate you This line is there for a purpose Yet I ignore the rule I'll stand and lie across it And then who'll look the fool Theres equal thirst on either side For an emotion where you can feel This love I see is solipsistic Yet the hate is just as real There's a problem with this line For it only works one way If I hate its because I love No matter what I say This line does not allow for wrong to fuel what's right The good comes first followed by evil Like the day that turns to night This line marks the turning point And on it I spin around A catalyst in this equilibrium I'm trapped to which I am bound The irony does not escape me How I chose this path When once upon a time I loved And now you see my wrath But then I can revert back And can reclaim what I know is mine For that's the hopeless reality Of flirting between the line