The Victim of a Broken Heart

Just something that entered my mind, even months after my breakup with someone

While my brain moved on
My broken heart stayed stubborn
Still in love with the idea
Of the person who deserved less

It made old feelings surface
And purposefully died down the
Excruciating screams of the memories
Etched with what might have been and what was

It tried to sugar coat something so bitter
That syrup itself would have given up on
It made me see everything through a glass
Transparent yet opaque

It made me feel forgotten
While compelling me to be remembered
It seemed like catastrophe had struck
All it took was a broken heart.