The Note Attached

Keeper,

I'm sorry if my edges feel rough like leather,
I hope the glass doesn't cut you open,
Apologies if pieces of me fall away--I used tape.
And if my cracks run too deep--
Just give me a kick like I'm use to.
You can ignore those flaming fields,
I'm dry from weeping too long.
If I taste like honey it's only because you're sweet,
The most I feel is like old dust.
Do understand that I don't take painful pleasure;
Treat me like new born instead of after birth.
And if you give me back,
Make sure all my pieces are there beforehand.
But most important of all;
Just remember,
Not to feed me after midnight.

Sincerely,
Me--the heart.