Honest

It's a thin line between love and hate when you're mad at me, It's a intangible, invisible line between love and insanity, It's passionate if I kill you and say your love was mine, If you didn't love me and killed me it would be a crime, If we never loved each other it was waste of time, If we never "loved" each other we would've saved so much time, If I cheated and you cheated we should just pay a fine, Who knew that me loving you and you loving me could be a crime, If loving you was crime, would you be worth the time? I love you , you love me, These words means nothing to you or me, If i told you what I really wanted in the beginning , it might have gone smoother without all the acting and pretending, Since the beginning I've been visualizing an ending, Since the beginning you've hoping its never-ending, I've been thinking of me and never of us, You thought we had trust and i knew we had lust, You were dreaming of a long life for us, I was thinking of an occasional Nut, It's a then line between love and hate, And I appreciate a fine balance of both, I'm hoping we can just comsenmate, You're hoping we take an oath,