Amazing the line I walk between love and hate. One moment, I am perfectly capable of balance. Neither love nor hate, Neither staying nor going. And another, I am here - seething and viciously, callously even, planning my attack.
I’ll control it. This time.
It still places that distance between us. Because it makes me go cold.
I am eager for that time, because right now I am capable of…many things.
Black, hollow, cold.