Poems I Call My Own

TO BURN OR TO FREEZE. (The Line Between)

We walk a thin line between love and hate.
Hanging by a string so fragile.
Forever in incompatible harmony.
Like the sides of a magnet -
Ever repelling the pulling force.

We are somewhere in between.
We quiver, we stagger;
Indecisive of where to fall.
One as much a passion as the other.
One as strong, one as violent.

Someday, one will consume us.
Some force insists our fall.
No middle ground, no in between.
But you and I alone
Will define our fate.