Whether it's romantic love, self-love, art, or just the world around us, sometimes love is easy - it's warm and comforting and just easy. Sometimes it burns you so bad the only thing left is hatred. Like the razor-thin line between pleasure and pain, there also exists a fragile veil separating love from hate. In this poetry collection, I explore the themes of love and hate, both separately and together, and ponder the question, does love exist without hate?