Matchstick

You were like a matchstick. You came quickly and loudly and though it took some time, once I caught; I burned to no end. I was a beautiful candle and I learned to not breath without you. Then one day you stopped lighting me.
I was not enough anymore. I was melted and you wanted something new. At first I let myself die. I missed the fire you gave me. You think you got away with this but now I'm back and alive again. I found I don't need you. Boy you hurt like hell but I loved you. And maybe one day you will see what you did not know. I could have kept you alive. But now you have burned out and no one wants you. You are burnt to charcoal and thrown out. I can still remelt and start over. But matchstick there is no new life for you.

M.A.A