So Much Hate For The Ones We Love

I was wondering today, when does love turn to hate, and hate to love? It's a thin, blurred line. Both involve a lot of the same elements. We love with intensity and passion, and we can hate with the same. Both love and hate can cause us grievous harm emotionally, mentally, and even physically. So this is the question I pose. When does love become so intense that it turns to hate, and when does hate become too much to bear and turn to love? Do you think it is possible to love someone with intensity and fire, yet curse them in the same breath with the exact same intensity and fire?

These are questions that not even my philosophical musings have been able to bring forth an even relatively abstract answer for. It is simply too complex for me to fathom. Yet at the same time it's a question that plagues me on a regular basis. It's a frustrating and foggy concept. It prompts pages of writing on identical subjects in various forms, which ultimately only runs in circles. Perhaps one day I will be able to separate the love from the hate, and the hate from the love. To let one or the other go. But for now I must settle for the total complexity of this never ending cobweb of contradicting, yet near indistinguishable, forces.

"You don't wanna hurt me,

But see how deep the bullet lies.

Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.

There a thunder in our hearts, baby.

So much hate for the ones we love?

Tell me, we both matter, don't we"

~ Placebo

Running Up That Hill