I can’t decide whether
I love you more than I hate you
or if I hate you more than I love you.

I don’t know if I should kiss
your sweet salted lips,
or strangle away frustration;

with a simple stroke of my hand
I can deliver you to bliss,
or deliver you to the clouds.

I can make or break
this entire glacier
in just a few words,
melt away our sorrow,
or freeze our guilt.

Now if only I could
make or break my mind,
then I could finally put an end
to this fatigued suicide.