A Thin Line

Everyday,
I hope to myself you'll walk my way,
Try to annoy me,
To follow me home,
Try to kiss me,
But it's only a joke.

Every night,
I wish to myself,
That you hate me,
Then when I see you,
I wish that you love me,
I wish that I didn't feel this way.

A thin line between love and hate,
And I am walking across it,
Love is west, east is Hate,
You're in the west,
And I'm teetering that way.