Sorry I dropped it, your love

Your love is like a pretty glass vase
I cherished
That shattered and broke onto the floor
By accident, on your purpose
To my surprised disappointment
I cry over it's sharp pieces
That I don't want to cut me
Mishshapen pieces which I
Try to glue back together
With glue drenched fingers
But I can never fit the pieces
 together right
To rebuild the vase
Feeling empty and guilty
I keep trying
Sorry I dropped it
But should have done it on purpose
For you don't really care