Anger

I was only disappointed at first
That you ended up being the kind of person
I avoided like I avoid death
But, I guess, like death
You refused to be avoidable forever
So there were those months of happiness
And then there were months of disappointment

Now I'm just angry
I wouldn't have been if I had thought it was all my fault
If I thought I misread, I misinterpreted, I misjudged
But no, a forgotten memory reminded me
It was your fault too
You gave me enough and more reasons to believe
And what you did was wrong
So now my disappointment has turned into anger
And anger is less easy to forget or ignore than disappointment is