Dear Jacob,

It's like being a favorite glass.
You warned him, you're fragile in places he can't see.
Hairline cracks under the surface,
from all the times you were dropped before.
Still he recklessly picks you up,
careless of your shattered past.
And one day, without ceremony, you slip.
Not because you changed,
his grip did.
And as you lie there in pieces, you begin to watch as he steps away.
Already deciding you're too broken to keep.