I Didn't Light the Matchstick

I win awards, I receive praises,

But just the sight of you,

Makes me feel so damn small.

Like a little child,

Running from the monsters in her closet,

I know whichever room I occupy,

You’ll always be in that closet,

And I’ll run.

My heart lurches, my stomach turns,

When I see you,

And I want to scream and I want you to burn.

A woman with no virtue.

If people see me in this state,

What will they think of me?

I’m not someone who’s scared of people,

Sometimes, I am of you.

For reasons justified so,

You swept in and took everything I loved,

And I hope you know,

All you ever did was push and shove.

When I win more awards, when I receive more praises,

Like a dog, will you follow me there too?

If you were half the lioness you pose to be,

You wouldn’t deny everything you know you’ve done to me,

Thoughtfully, carefully, masterfully.

You toppled my house of cards,

Left me seething and marred.

One day, I won’t run away.

Your day will come soon, maybe a Monday.

How funny, I almost forgot!

That I’ve always had a raging taste

For just a little

Revenge.