If you want your cake…

I tried to warn you:
"If you want your cake,
please don't eat it too.
Slice it into eight if you must,
but don't feed it through 
that greedy contraption
just to soothe your ego."

Still, 
you lick the knife,
just to get a little taste.
You take a bite
and demand it be replaced.
But the cake was never magic,
for a person like you.

You took advantage of 
the peace in me
in attempt to uplift yourself.
Figured I'd regenerate for you
like a bottomless well.
You were nothing before me
and you'll remember it soon.
So take a good look
at those candles, darling.
Never forget what you blew.