my friend got broked up with so here's a silly sonnet

So your world has rent itself in two.
And your heart can hardly dare to be bright; the
Meatiness of your heart is turning blue--
"God, why me?"

Oh, the world is ending the
Infinite sky seems so small and glazed
Now that he's taken away the key
So now your mind is rusted-over and shackled--

Sometimes you'll remember the praised
Admiration left upon your skin
Days you once would be left amazed
Can no longer be battled

Right - my sonnet is meant to be a check-in
Yet, I think you always knew.