Things About Strength

It always starts the same way. 
He’s mesmerized by my energy, infatuated with my color, my power... 

all the things that make me strong and beautiful. 

Then after he has me for awhile the power begins to threaten him, 
or intimidate him... and 

like a Jenga tower, 

                                              he carefully, 

     strategically 

removes one block 

                    at a time 

with well placed destruction 

     until finally,

 the tower of me collapses

 and he says 

“see, I always knew you were unstable.” 

                           I need to know how 
to keep all my pieces 

and never let them be taken again.