╰┈LILAC

Lilac wasn't gentle then-
it was rolled eyes in hallway light,
your name said like a dare,
your glance sharp enough to fight.

We argued like spring thunderstorms,
too young to know we cared;
yet every time you walked away,
the lilac scent stayed in the air.

It was first love in disguise-
not sweet, not soft, not kind;
just a color I kept noticing
when you kept crossing my mind.

haikyuuxfemoc!