"too unstable?"

Her words: flames;
devouring my flesh,
wounds deeper than my satan.
She seizes my heart,
sears it,
the burn filling my being,
shaking my soul.
She lets go,
shakes her head,
walks away.
Unstable,
we're left alone,
crying out;
balance unknown. …
And now I'm left,
battling my mind,
was she right the whole time?
Her words: flaming arrows;
continual fire
raining on my heart,
the pains of my satan.