I am a vase. 

I am the vase you broke that time, and thrn walked away like it was nothing

But it was something

If you break me you can never put me back to my original form 

I am broken 

I am fragile like a vase

I wasa introduced to a rose 

It was beautiful so I let it in

His thorns pricked me, and his petals never opened up to me

Was I not a good enough vase?

Once he realized I was broke he moved on to the next vase 

I will hold many flowers in my lifetime, but I'll always remenber the first one that pricked me 

Oh how clumsy could I be

With a push I went from solid glass to a scattered mess on the ground 

Crash!

I came down with a tremendous sound 

Scattered across the floor are pieces of me 

You can try to put me together again 

But I'll nevre be the same 

I will always look and be damaged 

But I will manage 

I will always be misisng pieces 

With my missing pieces it juts increases the chance of another messs

I am a vase

Please don't drop me

Just leave me be