Who Knew Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

You burn my dreams to ashes and sticks
Your flames are in my smoldering ruin, you lick
Across my skin, my thoughts, my pain,
And I pray to an unknown that it'll wane
Into some kind of alter abyss, in some kind of alter hell
Because, well, although tantalizing, your sulfuric smell
Is no longer welcome, no longer wanted, no longer needed,
Because you're no longer constant, no longer heard, no longer heeded
Like before,
Praised once you grace your presence on the floor
No, I won't bow to you
Your puppet strings on me are so few
So weak and so brittle
Because your wants are too great and too fickle
Who knew you'd come back after destroying my walls?
After my falter and falls
Who knew you'd come back so soon?