Poem request by Persavol: “I want a girl claiming her dominance over someone cause a random girl tried to take what isn’t theirs” *Sigh* He weird ignores him.

In a moment tense, emotions intertwine,
Veratine’s words, a warning sign.
“Don’t scream,” she pleads, with care in her voice,
“Wake not your kids, let them rest, rejoice.”

Nomtese, confused, with a puzzled air,
Of Mixaku’s existence, fully aware.
“What’s the matter?” she wonders, uncertain,
Veratine’s assertiveness, the growing curtain.

“He’s mine,” Veratine declares, a demand,
A possessive claim, drawn in the sand.
“Back off,” she insists, with a flicker of rage,
Forbidding others to glance at Mixaku’s page.

“But he’s single,” Nomtese retorts, unbowed,
“Who are you to dictate, to disallow?”
Eyes ablaze, Veratine’s anger unfurls,
Sinister pupils, darkness in swirls.

Their battle intensifies, words exchanged,
Veratine’s dominance, fully estranged.
Nomtese defends, her voice defensive,
Messages to prove, intentions extensive.

“He sent me messages,” Nomtese reveals,
Offering proof, a truth that appeals.
Veratine, undeterred, steps close and near,
Her face in confrontation, wrath in her sneer.

Those messages, Nomtese hoped to connect,
A bond to form, an opportunity to reflect.
But Veratine scoffs, with a mocking tone,
A kind gesture mistaken, intentions unknown.

“I see through your ruse,” Veratine sneers,
“You’d use him, your intentions clear.”
Nomtese, calm, tries to explain her stance,
Seeking understanding, a second chance.

Yet Veratine’s doubts, they linger still,
The contradiction, her heart cannot distill.
In person, mistreatment, a bitter taste,
Yet over messages, a friendship embraced.

A struggle ensues, their voices collide,
Veratine’s claim, impossible to hide.
“Back off,” she warns, her words so stern,
A battle of possession, difficult to discern.