There is no hatred in his heart, 

Though it should have set up permanent residence. 

No desire dwells there either, 

Crushed by a damnable mischaracterization, 

Premeditated and false.

Where once a hot fire of attraction and caring burned the air,

Now there is nothing, a wall without adornment, 

Only a lingering sadness for having been fooled, 

And an anger built in steel from the method and depth of deceit. 

So keep your distance vanity. Stay away cruelty. 

Mock him until your black little heart runs over with your bile. 

He does not want you near, at a vantage from which you sneer, 

You are faceless now, and the one you wore before was feigned. 

You do not want to know him and never did. 

He does not seek you, and you do not seek him, 

Your apathy is now reflected in him, 

A mirror of your own ice with no flame to thaw it.

So see him not, as he no longer sees you as anyone. 

For you did not deserve his loyalty. 

He loved you and you thought him pathetic for it. 

He shines now without you, and you fade into obscurity,

A shadow, 

Washed away in shallowness, in the trivial. 

You never saw him, and never intended to. 

Never felt his love, and never wanted to. 

And never will. 

And those you do see, see only the image you project, 

Empty and calculated. 

Stand near them, and see if they really see you, really know you, 

Or if you are to them what he was to you. 

No one worth the effort.