Already Fallen

I feel like a house of cards,
about to fold in on itself.
I am the boy who built his,
not with persistence,
but with glue.
Because I desperately wanted something tangible.

I am a kick in the ribs,
because I want there to be as many fragments in you,
as you left me without.
I didn't tip the dominoes to make beautiful vistas,
I simply laid them out as such,
pinioned angels,

already fallen.