Character Sketch- the Confused Dumpee

You say you're broken, embittered, charred;
yet, you seek council from good old Rasputin!
His image is tinted, witty yet scarred
With his shiny ingots, your heart, did he win?

Blinded by the desire to be pain free,
you escape to the branches of the guilt(y) tree,
Myopically, rehearsed, said you couldn't see
'how distance caused the separation, emotionally?'

But you couldn't catch up with his evil plan,
paniced, back and forth! frivolously, you ran!
Before you could choose to be YOU, you lost your aim,
Alas! sticking to the plan, is the name of the game.