Love or Hate, pick your weapon.

If the world were to end today, in 24 hours, would you have done something differently, would you have declared your love to the guy who you have a crush on, would you cry, would you laugh, how would you spend it? Sometimes life has this unexpected way of throwing us curve balls and not allowing us time to regain ourselves before they come again. Our Bodies, have to learn to deal with these imperfection’s and they form a defense mechanism, as your mother always said, the boy who teases you in primary school has a crush on you, this inability to act on what we are truly feeling and the sensations associated acts as a catalyst for a defense mechanism to be created, so instead of showing affection we are forced to show hatred, how them two walk hand in hand, one the catalyst of another, of passion, both walking a tight rope that they must fight for dominance. The cross fire of these two entwined opposites has the potential to cause the falling of the tight rope, the demise, undoing of an individual. Poison or pills, Love or hate, pick your weapon.

Author's Note

Not really a poem, but oh well...