⋆☾╶⃝⃤☽⋆⁺₊✧

.

.

.

.

𝕎𝔼 met as sparks—too proud to yield,
Words our weapons, truth concealed.
Your glance a blade, your wit a flame,
I called it war—but knew your name.

Each match we fought, a dance, a test,
Yet something restless stirred my chest.
In stolen looks and taunting grace,
I found no foe—just your fierce face.

Now silence lingers, not in spite,
But in the hush before delight.
For hate, I thought, was what I knew—
Until the fire led me to you.

.

.

.

.

✩₊˚.⋆☾╶⃝⃤☽⋆⁺₊✧

By: SilverMist707

<3