They pass each other in the halls,
Lie storms refusing to collide.
She rolls her eyes when he speaks,
Sharp tongue, sharpened heart,
Acting as if his voice doesn't echo in her mind for hours after.
He laughs with everyone else louder when she walks by,
Pretending not to notice,
How her silence changes the room.
To everyone watching,
They are fire and gasoline—
Constant tension,
Cold remarks,
A rivalry stitched together with pride.
But hatred has never looked so much like longing.
Because real enemies,
Do not memorize each other's habits.
They do not notice tiny changes in expression,
Or remember favorite songs,
Or feel their chest tighten when someone else gets too close
Yet he knows when she's upset before she speaks,
And she can read his moods from the way he shuts the locker door.
Still, they pretend.
Pretends their arguments aren't just desperate ways to stay connected,
Pretends every sarcastic comment doesn't hide affection beneath it,
Pretends their hearts don't race during every fight.
Sometimes they act like strangers instead.
Passing without looking.
Ignoring messages they reread ten times,
Speaking through friends instead of each other.
As if distance could erase what lives between them.
But love doesn't disappear just because it is hidden.
It lingers in stolen glances,
In unfinished sentences,
In the unbearable awareness of the other person's existence.
And late at night,
When pride finally sleeps,
They both wonder the same thing;
How can someone feel so much like home,
and war,
at the exact time?
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 11:26 PM UTC
They pass each other in the halls,
Lie storms refusing to collide.
She rolls her eyes when he speaks,
Sharp tongue, sharpened heart,
Acting as if his voice doesn't echo in her mind for hours after.
He laughs with everyone else louder when she walks by,
Pretending not to notice,
How her silence changes the room.
To everyone watching,
They are fire and gasoline—
Constant tension,
Cold remarks,
A rivalry stitched together with pride.
But hatred has never looked so much like longing.
Because real enemies,
Do not memorize each other's habits.
They do not notice tiny changes in expression,
Or remember favorite songs,
Or feel their chest tighten when someone else gets too close
Yet he knows when she's upset before she speaks,
And she can read his moods from the way he shuts the locker door.
Still, they pretend.
Pretends their arguments aren't just desperate ways to stay connected,
Pretends every sarcastic comment doesn't hide affection beneath it,
Pretends their hearts don't race during every fight.
Sometimes they act like strangers instead.
Passing without looking.
Ignoring messages they reread ten times,
Speaking through friends instead of each other.
As if distance could erase what lives between them.
But love doesn't disappear just because it is hidden.
It lingers in stolen glances,
In unfinished sentences,
In the unbearable awareness of the other person's existence.
And late at night,
When pride finally sleeps,
They both wonder the same thing;
How can someone feel so much like home,
and war,
at the exact time?
<3 (:
