I definitely prefer anger
to denial.
Anger suits me.
Red, purple, colours that
POW!
The colours of denial are vile;
Grey, black, blue.
It's true,
Denial poetry is lovelier,
But anger poetry is more satisfying to write,
And has more bite.

So, I'm angry,
Livid, actually, feeling used,
Confused,
Deceived,
But also...quite relieved,
The tears, for now, have ground to a halt,
I no longer believe
that it's all my fault.
Here, for once, I'll indulge my ire;
He's a spineless, unfeeling,
manipulative liar.