I never knew there was such a fine line,
Between love and hate,
Because I hated him, I really did,
And he hated me back, like we had some kind of agreement.
Shivers began to run down my spine,
His words tortured me, haunted me, cursed me,
His hate had turned into despise and mine,
Became fear, we had violently broken our agreement.
I tried to hide, tried to run away,
From him,
I almost literally became a ghost, invisible,
That's when he stopped despising me, I felt reborn.
I saw it coming but there was no way out,
There was no escape,
I tried to hide, tried to run away,
Again, and again,
from the rush I feel when I look at him,
The strength in his eyes,
Scares me, when he looks into mine,
I wish I had that same ststrengthto look back into his.
He's nicer now, who would have guessed?
I'm nicer too, seems like we have a new agreement.
But it's more like a curse really,
Because I know 'nice' is as good as it gets.
