Hate
It is rather sad how much it consumes me
Clings to every fiber of my being
Grows with each hair on my head
Thrives with each breath that I take

Love
It is rather sad how much it consumes me
Stabs each beat of my heart
Mocks every foolish decision I make
Drains all of the blood in my veins

I'm not sure how much longer I can
keep fighting this never-ending battle
with myself.