Hate is passionate. When love turns to hate you still possess their heart like a flame they grudgingly surrender to your inseparable grip they burn all night and day. Indifference is colder. When love freezes in the vein they carelessly turn away you die a death inside their forgetful minds when the love drains out of their gaze The warmth you once drew from them, gasps for breath as the frost invades. But the worst is yet to come, my dear it's when your loved one fears when they have you near When they recoil at the mention of your name when they shrivel beneath your love and it's weight when they wear your presence like a crippling chain when they run away just to remain sane The worst is when you're poison in their lips never to loathe, but a woe to be eclipsed The worst is when you're the suffocator of their breast in whom your loved one can never find rest.