Have you ever liked someone, had a big ol' crush on them, and had to accept that they just weren't ever going to like you back? That's where I'm at these days. Trying to accept, move on, get over it, and still be able to interact with him in a civil way. In other words, I can't just toss a slushie in his face and tell him it's his loss!
Poetry as a coping mechanism seems a lot healthier than other options.