Flare

By some perverse stroke of fate, you have returned;
whether it be by a corrupt figment of my wretched imagination or the sick logics of reality.
Would it be indecent to question who’s struck the match?
What are your intentions for that smoke which looms all around you?
Are you disheartened with the fact that there are no mirrors to be found this time around?
You are a runaway spark from a salivating fire, which shines and burns yet soon fizzles into emptiness.
You land on my flesh and vainly sizzle into my core.
Upon my heart you set a wild fire, in which blazes through my emotions only for you to extinguish it soon after.
It is true that you brighten up my surroundings, but only so very briefly.
And yes, you leave me in awe every time the soft crackle of your voice brims my thoughts.
It would also be accurate to say that your manipulative amorous flame has managed to embrace me, and warm me through the cold.
But keep in mind that the artificial heating wears, leaving only bitterness in the night’s chill.
You shall no longer commit this scandalous treason.
For I will douse out this inferno, with my tattered tenderness worn on my sleeves.
I will never be burned by your tapered affections again.