The fragility of the comforts we’ve built
falls apart so quickly
and the rickety nature
of our egos
crumbles in the sunlight

When I showed you the pieces
and you demanded more
they fell apart in my hands.

Push and pull
they’re all asking for more
and the links get weaker
piling on more
in the powdery Jenga game I started

Stop
and look at me
without the ultimatums
quickly
before more pieces fall out.