part of me is made of glass

Part of me is made of glass. It breaks.
Not often, but it happens.
The first time it happened, I hardly noticed.
It was just a scratch. Hardly worth acknowledging. It barely even left a mark
The second time, the scratch went deeper. It cut right through.
But no matter, I taped it to prevent further cracks.
It was okay for a while, but over time the tape dried. The edges began to peel.
It happened a third time.
But this time was different.
The blade slashed through one side, and pierced right through the other.
Cracks branched off, weakening the entire structure.
Pieces broke off, and had to be collected.
I knew it couldn’t take much more.
I put the pieces back, and tied it together with strings.
Because of all the damage it didn’t quite fit together perfectly anymore.
But it held up rather nicely.
The strings proved to work as a barrier, preventing the full force of the blows from reaching me.
It has been a while now; the strings are getting old.
The knots are slowly loosening, day by day; slipping out of place.
The cracks are becoming more visible, and I know what is coming.
I cannot recover from another blow.
No amount of tape and string will be able to hold me together if it happens again.
So please remember;
Part of me is made of glass. And also, I love you.