There's a Fine Line Between

Post-heart break and it sinks in. I try to convince you, but it's too late. Too late for trying too late to change my mind- cause it's you that I want and you I think of when I blink, breath or sleep. But you tore me in half, gave me your word and I believed you oh how I believed you. You twisted your head, mind began manipulating and as I drowned in my own guilt- because falling for you was default you caught me in mid-air unaware it could happen so fast then you kissed my cheek goodbye- no explanation. Only the knots that clenched my lungs and the throbbing of drenched eyes- a thunderstorm inside, mask to decline the assumptions because there's a fine line between love and hate