Memories laced with personal pixie dust
and rainbows I saw through
Rose-coloured shades until.
They got trampled on, broken into pieces
I thought were plastic but pierced like glass
into a heart already chopped up and served
On A Platter once upon a time,
Not So Long Ago.

You look at me now and smile with regret,
I dwell on thoughts of
"Bring him back."
A fixation I was better without but
you left no options
and no way to escape.

There is no solace,
no mercy
no love.