The Five Stages Of Unrequited Love; 2. Anger

So what? I never loved him, not at all,
There is no pedestal from which to fall,
He can have her, they are welcome to hell,
To last a lifetime? Ha! They would do well,
When she loves him not, that much is quite clear,
The whispers any fool can clearly hear,
I despise his type, the arrogant kind,
Who prey on one's opinion in the mind
And savage and burn your thoughts to the ground,
Your sanity is twisted and warped around,
He was dangerous. You are safe from them.
And into ignominy they descend,
But my heart recalls the way I had been,
Before her and him together were seen.